Paisley Collection

Raining You

A selection of Wincest drabbles inspired by my favourite country artist, Brad Paisley

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"If I had my own way it would do this everyday

I would never see the sun

Because the closest I get to holding you again

Is every time that sky opens up"

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Dean would never look at rain the same way again – for Dean it would always run with Sammy's blood and be speckled with the sound of him taking his last breath.

And even though Sam was now back beside him, chatting idly away, and even though the demon-deal was burning holes in his consciousness, the only thing Dean could hear was the steady fall of rain against the roof of the Impala; all he could see were the drops on the windscreen as they were pushed aside by the wipers.

He was yet to tell Sam what he had done; still stuck firmly in denial. Seeing Bobby would change everything – would unleash the devil that had set up home in Dean's soul – but for now he could pretend that everything was normal; that Sam hadn't died, that Dean hadn'tâ€Ĥ

But the rain kept coming and he couldn't escape it. It was pattering down like the beat of Sam's heart, and between every drop Dean remembered the moment that heart had stopped and Sam had slumped lifeless in his arms.

He knew he would forever fear the moment the rain stopped falling.