The rain pelted against the motel roof as you lit candles. The storm was so strong it knocked the power out. You and Jack were the only ones in the room. The boys were off hunting some kind of ghoul that had been making kids attack their parents. "That should do for now," you said.
"It's raining really hard out there," Jack said looking out the window.
"I've always loved thunderstorms," you said joining him in looking out the window.
"Why?" he looked at you puzzled.
"It might sound odd, but I find them calming at times," you said. You smiled as you got an idea, "Jack, will you dance with me?"
"I don't know how to dance," he said.
"I can teach you," you said gently grabbing the nephilim's hand and walking him to the center of the room. "Just put your arms around me," you said and he did as you gently looped your arms around his neck, "and now we just move," you started slowly dancing and Jack soon caught on.
"Is it weird we're dancing without music?" he asked.
"If you listen closely," you said, "the raindrops are making their own melody,". You two danced for a while. Not saying a word.