Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #58: The Gentle Spring Rain

Imagine: With nothing better to do, you and Dean go on a walk through the woods.

Age: 15

"Are you doing anything right now?" Dean popped his head into your room, taking in you sitting on your bed watching something on Netflix you weren't really interested in. You glanced up at him, already curious.

"No, why?"

"Do you wanna come on a walk with me? I need to get out of this bunker." Dean said, stepping fully into your room. You shrugged, a small smile lighting your face.

"Sure, I guess. Where's Sam?" You asked as you closed your laptop, hopping out of the bed and changing your shirt, not really caring about Dean's presence enough to warrant you going into the bathroom to change.

"I think he's napping." Dean said, not facing you but instead looking upon the pictures on your dresser while you swapped your shorts for jeans and made for the door.

"Oh well," You shrugged once more as Dean followed you down the hall, "Let him sleep. He probably doesn't get enough."

Dean grabbed his leather jacket off the back of a chair as he passed the library and together you ascended the stairs and swung open the door to the bunker as quietly as you could, slipping through and shutting it once more.

You were about four minutes into the walk, thoroughly engrossed in the depths of a thick forest, when that barely noticeable drizzle began, more of a mist than a rain.

"Dean," You murmured as the spray began to dampen the leaves and trees around you, never enough to leave them dripping but enough to make them sag with the weight. You stopped for a moment and your brother did too, closing your eyes and breathing in the scent of the rain.

Dean stared at you face, a small smile decorating his lips that nothing could make go away as he watched the smallest drops of rain fall upon the skin of your cheeks, tangling in your eyelashes and rolling down your jawline beautifully. A ghost of another smile graced your lips as you looked up to the sky.

"You're adorable, you know that, right?" Dean said teasingly, wiping a drop of water from his forehead. You opened your eyes and smiled, seizing his hand in yours as you started walking again.

"Yeah, I know." You murmured jokingly, kicking a rock as you sauntered lazily through the bushes and trees.

There was a bit of silence and Dean gripped your hand just a bit tighter, readjusting his hold, and the two of you took in the world in all of its damp glory.

"Do you ever think about what it would be like?" You asked after a while, gaze to the ground. Dean glanced at you, eyebrows raised questioningly, and you met his gaze, "A normal life?"

"I do," Dean admitted, "But-- I--" He paused.

"What is it?"

"I don't think I want one." He confessed, and you were surprised. You'd always thought Dean was the Winchester always dreaming of a white picket fence.

"Why not?"

"Because it would be different," Dean said, trying to explain, "It wouldn't be-- us, you know? Even if you still lived with me or Sam, I'm sure Sam and I wouldn't live together. Sam would settle down with a girl and I'd settle down with a girl and we'd maybe have a few kids for you to babysit, but nothing would be the same. I wouldn't have my princess the way I do now." He glanced at you then, swinging the arm that held yours slightly.

"What about you?" He asked.

"I think I'm the same way as you." You said after thinking a moment, "Going to school, only seeing you guys once in a blue moon, it wouldn't be enough."

"But there'd be no monsters."

"Well, yeah," you acknowledged, "But I'd much sooner live in a world of monsters than in a world where the Winchesters are split three ways."

Dean hummed out a chuckle then, followed by a smile unlike others you'd seen. A warm, loving smile that only came up on rare occasions. He smiled and he kissed the side of your head before the two of you continued along.

     "So why are we out here, Dean?" You asked, pushing a hanging fern from your path, only for it to fall back into place and brush your cheek gently as you passed it.

     "I don't know," Dean shrugged, "I guess to just do something."

     "No," You shook your head slightly, "Dean, I know you better than anyone else in the world. If you wanted to 'just do something' you would watch a movie or play a prank on Sam while he slept. Why are we really out here?"

     "I don't know," Dean admitted with a sheepish scratch to the back of his neck, his fingers wriggling around in yours a bit, "I suppose I wanted to get away. Sam was supposed to come, and we were gonna walk so far into the woods we forgot what was outside them, and we were gonna breathe for a bit. I guess I just wanted a chance to clear my head."

     "Why bring us, then?

     "Because it doesn't matter how alone I want to be, I want you beside me anyway." Dean kicked a pinecone out of his path with an adorably awkward hunch of his shoulders and you chuckled.

     Up ahead, a tiny clearing could be seen, and seated in the middle of the open space was a bench, a park bench of beautifully crafted black wood carved with swirls and rolls and divets and spins. You pointed to it, looking at Dean.

     "That looks like a good place to clean your mind, don't you think?" You asked in a soft voice. You watched as the smile slowly drifted across Dean's face and he couldn't help but to oh-so-gently touch his lips to your forehead.

      He led you to the bench and the two of you sat upon it, his arm tight about your shoulders as you sat, peacefully silent as you listened to the birds in the trees and the drip of rain on leaves. Neither of you needed to speak, the world around you was enough.

     You know how in the movies, something happens and you just know that the main character has had their spiritually awakening, or whatever? You found yours, listening to the trills of feathered friends and your brother's heartbeat, like an eternal drum seared into your brain.

     And my God, it was perfect.