Dancing in the Rain

This is a one shot for a destiel writing contest. The contest is hosted by destielfanficrec . The theme was water, and the first thing that came to mind was rain! I hope that y'all enjoy this (and it's my first one shot, so I hope it's good).

Claire sat up in her bed, then ran downstairs. She saw presents underneath the Christmas tree, her blue eyes widen in excitement. She ran back up and walked into her sister's room.

"Grace! Grace! It's Christmas!" She squealed.

Grace opened her green eyes. "W-what is it?"

"It's Christmas!" Claire smiled at her sister. "Santa was here!"

Grace sat up, her dark hair like a tornado around her head. She rubbed her eyes and looked at he alarm clock. "It's 6 in the morning."

"So? It's Christmas!"

"You said that already." Grace said, stumbling out of bed.

"I'll make you peppermint coffee if you help me wake up Dad and Daddy."

"Fine." Grace whined, groggy from sleep.

Claire grabbed her sister's hand and they snuck down the hallway and into their parent's room. The door creaked, making them pause for a split second, but their Dad's snoring let them know that they were still sleeping.

"Okay. On three." Claire whispered, looking into her sister's eyes.

Grace nodded. They had done this every Christmas since their Dads had adopted them and brought them to their new home. It was like a sort of tradition between them two.

"1-2-3!" On three Claire and Grace jumped on their parents bed.

There was a lot of cursing from their Dad as always, and an indecipherable response from their Daddy. Their Dad playfully tackled Claire onto the empty space on the foot of the bed, and Grace sat beside Daddy, lightly singing a good morning song to him.

The combination of the sound of his daughter singing a song he knew all too well, and the laugh of his husband and their other daughter next to him brought back one of his best memories.

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Cas walks into the cafe, shaking out his wet umbrella. He walks over to an empty table by the window, the light pitter-patter of the rain hitting the window.

He rubbed his hand through his wet hair. He hated the rain, and wished that he could have just stayed inside, curled up in a blanket on his couch all day, reading a book.

He shrugged off his trench coat and hung it on a coat rack, his umbrella underneath it. He sits down and glances out of the window for a split second before hearing the sound of a deep voice.

"You want some coffee?"

Cas turned to the voice, and found its owner. The first thing he noticed were green eyes the color of emerald jewels, then the freckles, and finally, the smile.

Cas lost his voice for a second. "Sir? Coffee?" The man asked.

"Uh-" Cas cleared his voice. "Yeah, coffee would be good."

A few minutes until the man came back with a mug of coffee. "Thank you." Cas says, smiling to himself when the warmth from the mug made contact with his frigid hands.

"No problem." The man smiled, sending a fluttering feeling through Cas.

"So the weather's pretty shitty today, ain't it?"