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Summary: Dean always loved the rain. Character death. Sam is 10, Dean is 14. Sam's POV.
Help Pour Out The Rain
Dean always loved the rain. He said it calmed him, made him feel peaceful. I always hated it. To me it was gloomy and dark, and it always put me in a bad mood. The worst part was when we had to hunt in the rain. Then I would be wet, cold, and muddy, and that put me in an even worse mood. I like clear, sunny days. It seems only ironic that the warmest, brightest day of the year was the worst day of my life.
Bobby had called our dad and said that there was a hunt in Tulsa, Oklahoma. He thought it was a werewolf, but he wasn't exactly sure. Our dad was itching for a hunt, so he quickly packed everything and we left. We drove from Arkansas to Oklahoma in record time. As soon as we arrived, we got a motel room and dad immediately started getting the weapons ready. Normally we would do more research to make sure we were prepared, but dad was restless and impatient to kill something he decided to take Bobby's word for it. The sky was the clearest and most vivid blue as we headed out to the woods where the attacks were reported. Turns out it wasn't a werewolf, just a very pissed off spirit.
But dad was so sure it was a werewolf, we didn't have any weapons to protect us from a spirit. It launched itself at our father, but Dean jumped into the line of fire and got attacked instead. It hurt him bad. I don't know how we got out of that Hell. Dad threw Dean over his shoulder, grabbed my arm, and we ran like we were being chased by hell hounds. We reached the car, got in, and started driving to the hospital to get Dean help. He died before we got there.
Dean was cremated two days later in the woods. Another beautiful day. We only waited because Bobby wanted to be there. He felt so incredibly guilty, but I don't blame him for what happened. Dad should have done more research. Then this wouldn't have happened. He can't even look at me because he knows it's his fault. After it was over, dad and Bobby just stood there silently, but I couldn't take it anymore. I ran. I ran as far and fast as I could until I reached the edge of an empty meadow. I slowed down to a walk. When I reached the middle of the meadow, I stopped and looked up to the sky. And I started to cry. I had never felt so lonely. It wasn't fair. My brother didn't deserve to die. "Can you hear me?" I asked through my sobs. "Can you see me?" And just like that clouds appeared in the sky. Seconds later rain began to fall, washing my tears away. I smiled and laughed.
Dean always loved the rain. I always hated it. But now, I don't mind it so much. I even find myself wishing it would rain. Because when it does, I know I'm not alone. I can see why Dean loved it. I really does make you feel at peace. And whenever it rains, I feel his presence, and know that he will never leave me.