➳ Supernatural Preferences & Oneshots➳

•When It Rain•

Sam;
Sam loves the rain almost as much as you. He'll stand with you in the open doorway for minutes at a time, just watching it come down and enjoying the smell of wet pavement and the sound of each drop adding to the torrent. The two of you like leaving the window open, even if it's chilly outside, so the smell can permeate throughout the stuffy indoors. You'll sit together on the couch and read, sometimes the same book, leaning against him with his chin on your shoulder. He keeps the same pace as you, often both of you reaching for the page at the same moment. You snuggle closer to him under the blanket you're sharing and hope the storm lasts a little longer.

Dean;
Dean is actually somewhat of a baby when it comes to actually being in the rain, but he loves to drive around in it. As soon as he hears that first crack of thunder, he'll come find you in the bunker, taking your hand in his and pulling you out to the Impala. He enjoys driving through the inclement weather when the streets are cleared of most others. He'll drive you through puddles, sending walls of water flying, and you never feel scared. Dean's completely in control and you know he's always more cautious when you're riding passenger. He likes to drive you out to somewhere you can park and watch the light show with the best view, meeting you in the middle of the seat and wrapping an arm around you while the weather rages on outside your protected bubble with Dean.

Castiel;
Cas has been on this earth for so much longer than you can imagine, yet he still finds it in himself to be fascinated with the beauty of the rain. No other weather gets to him quite like it does, and he loves nothing more than to share it with you. Sometimes, he'll press his lips unexpectedly to yours when you're sitting at the kitchen table, and you'll close your eyes into it, and when you open them again the two of you will be somewhere completely different–halfway across the country, or in another country altogether. But always somewhere that the rain is coming down in sheets. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" he asks you, with a small smile. You hold your hands out in front of you, feeling the cool water run over your skin with the angel looking on and you have to agree. It really is. It's nothing less than a small miracle.