Attempt at a oneshot
Imagine Dean chasing you in the rain.
The sky was grey and droplets of water started to fall from above, connecting with the ground. You breathed in the slight scent of petrichor, as the rain fell harder drenching your clothes. You started dancing, while belting out 'Singing In The Rain'.
"What the hell, are you doing?" a gruff voice asked. Looking over, you saw it to be Dean.
"Having fun," you replied, spinning on the spot. "You should try it sometime."
"Get back inside," Dean ordered, walking towards you in the rain. "You're gonna get sick."
You moved away from him with a laugh. "Well, let's hope that a cold is worth it," you called, as you started running.
"Damn," he cursed, chasing after you.
After a few minutes, he managed to grab the back of your shirt. The wet ground caused your feet to slip, pulling Dean down with you. You groaned as you landed on top of him, your faces almost touching. You started to laugh, but it faded out as you stared into each other's eyes. He lowered his face towards yours, breath caught in your throat. Your lips brushed against each other, it felt like time had stopped.
Dean hesitated, his hand on the back of your neck.
"Come on, you dork," you say, as you crash your lips down on his.