When it rains
Author: PlumePlume
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to its creators and I do not profit economically from this story.
Spoiler: canon divergent after S15E18, so spoiler up to this episode
Pairing: Gen/Pre-slash, Destiel if you squint
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Here is a short fic about rain, Dean, and Cas returning from dead (again).
It's the first time I try a fix-it for the ending, so I hope you'll like it!
When it rains
Dean always liked when it rained.
When it rained, his father would usually go to the local bar, or drink, or sleep. Rain was bad for hunt, so good for Sam and Dean. The two of them would sneak outside their motel room, to sit in a quiet place, not too far from the motel, to be sheltered by the rooftop, but where they could feel the chilly wind carrying droplets on their face. They could spend hours watching the rain. Until Sam sneezed. Then, Dean would get him inside and wrap him in blankets so he doesn't catch a cold.
Later, when Sam was gone for Stanford, Dean missed a lot these moments, and the smell of the rain just brought him a wave of nostalgia. Though he couldn't help but smile at the sound of the raindrops, soothing him as he drove Baby to yet another solo hunt.
With Sam back with him, rain was again a moment of pure joy. Just the two of them, back in their eternal pranks war. Dean never missed an opportunity to jump in every puddle of water they encountered, just to see his baby brother smile and call him a jerk.
It was raining too - even storming - the day Dean met Cas. What was quite scary at the time (the bastard didn't even flinch when he stabbed him!), turned out to be a very precious and joyful memory.
From then, Dean lost count of the time spent, the three of them in the Impala, driving across the country, with the rain keeping them company. Not to mention all the nights sleeping, with the calm sound of the rain in background, along with Sam snoring, and, sometimes, the quiet presence of Cas. The angel, riding shotgun, simply watched the rain with him. It was probably one of Dean's most peaceful memories.
Every time Cas died, Dean found himself drawn to the forest at some point, especially during rainy weather. Just to scream his excruciating pain to the sky and feel the clouds crying in response. Once, he felt asleep, curled-up down a tree, after having cried all the tears of his body. He woke up hours later, and had to look for a Sam absolutely panicked, frantically looking for him.
It was only after Cas's ultimate sacrifice, that Dean noticed that the angel actually smelled like rain. More precisely like the earth drinking all the water droplets, after a long drought. Since then, the rainy weather became more painful than ever. But everything was painful then…
So, maybe it was only logical that Cas re-appeared on a rainy day…
Dean had drunk himself stupid for the last two days, and was kicked out his room by a red-rimmed-eyed Sam. An angry argument ensued, about which Dean couldn't remember anything but his decision to leave. At least for a few days. "It would be better for both of us," did he argue.
The hunter gathered a few things and headed to the Impala, only to discovered the keys were nowhere to be found. Then he remembered his bitch of a brother hid them weeks ago, to make sure Dean wouldn't go driving in his condition. As he could possibly want to do something as stupid as drive drunk and get himself killed. Absolute nonsense!
A loud "Sammy, you son of a bitch!" later, Dean decided to walk.
His feet brought him in a clearing, in the middle of the forest. And it was approximately at this moment that rain started. Well… Downpour would be more accurate. It was a matter of minutes before Dean found himself completely drenched. He swore profusely and glared at the black clouds, but the only response he obtained was a raindrop right into his eye.
A few colorful expressions later, he heard a rustling behind him. He turned around, and stopped abruptly. His heart skipped several heartbeats. His mind went blank before flooding him with futile information. Colors, like the green of the leaves and the grass, an immensity of beige, a dark black mass, and two bright baby blue strokes. Waves of details, as if his mind could not connect them together in the earthshaking fact that Cas, his Castiel, his precious little holy tax accountant, was standing in front of him.
Dean opened then closed his mouth. Tried again, and again. But words wouldn't come out. He wanted to scream, to laugh, to cry, to run, to punch, to crush Cas in an embrace. But nothing. The only thing that happened was a solitary tear, rolling down his cheek, melting with the rain droplets on the grass.
Cas. Cas was here.
As the last time the angel came back, Dean could say right awat that it was no trick, nor hallucination. Because nothing in this world (or in any other, for that matter) could reproduce the shade of ethereal blue in Cas eyes. Not even Dean's desperate imagination.
The angel was wearing the trenchcoat. The one he wore when they first met, the one Dean carried during months in the trunk of Baby, in a desperate hope that his owner would come back to wear it again. A trenchcoat that was actually so soaking wet that Cas looked like he just walked out from that damn lake.
In fact, Cas was entirely drenched. His hair was flatten on his head, and his face covered in raindrops, rolling trough his eternal five o' clock shadow, along his stupid small smile. The one he gave Dean whenever he did something he knew the hunter would not approve.
It was after several excruciating minutes that Dean found in himself the ability to move again. In two strides, he was on Cas, crushing him in the most desperate hug he ever gave. As he felt two arms hug him back, Dean thought he could die right this instant. Cas was here. Cas was back. It was far more than Dean ever deserved…
"You're wrong…"
He nearly cried at the rough sound of Cas's voice. He hugged him tighter.
"Dean. You're worth everything. You're worth the whole world."
Dean reluctantly stepped back, just to give Cas his most angry look (even if, under all his manly tears, it would look less menacing). He raised a finger to point it on Cas chest.
"You… You. Just shut up!"
"Dean…"
The puppy eyes would not work on him this time, Dean swore it.
"What part of 'Never do that again' escaped your understanding, you angelic ass?"
The tone was angry, and Cas looked pained.
"I'm-"
"Don't you fucking say 'sorry', Cas!"
The angel remained silent. Dean paced, too angry to talk, or even interact with the angel. Could you believe this guy? Just showing up out of nowhere, and before Dean could say anything, he starts messing with his deepest insecurities?
Dean glared at the tree, at the grass, at the little squirrel that was spying on them from the tree. He also glared at the dark big clouds, that didn't stop pouring buckets of water on them. Dean stopped in his tracks and raised his face to the sky. Slowly, he felt his anger melting away as the water cascaded on his shoulder… The rain was making his mind clearer than it had in weeks…
The hunter took a deep breath before turning around to face Cas. Then, without a word, he just took his hand, gripping it firmly, and led him through the woods. They walked for some times, in a quiet silence, only disturbed by the sound of the rain around them. Dean finally stopped at the entrance of a little cave. There they would be sheltered from the rain.
They sat on a large rock, at the entrance, next to each other. Dean didn't speak, neither did Cas. They would have plenty of time to explain, to catch up, to call Sam… But for the moment, Dean just needed this. Just to watch the rain. With Cas.
Voilà ! I truly hope you enjoyed :)