The Rain Dancer: Sam W.

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↬ Date: 09.26.2022.
↬ Prompt: Dancing in the rain.
↬ Trigger [Warning]: None.
↬ Words: 1003
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It was simple: go outside, find something from the Impala, and get back inside before the rain started. That isn't what happened. You were a simple person: shy, sweet, and kind, but you did always enjoy the rain and dancing, and when the two combined? There was no stopping you. That's what Sam saw when he went to check on you because you've been outside for a while. You were swaying your body to the pitter-patter of the rain as it hit the metal of the cars and the concrete of the blacktop.

"(Y/N), what are you doing? You're gonna get sick!" Sam shouted over the rain, laughing when you jumped at his voice but kept dancing. Sam looked at the sky from the safety of the hangover over the door before looking back to you. Shaking his head, Sam ran over to you when you turned your back and picked you up, hugging your back into his chest.

"Sam!" You squealed as you laughed, the rain running off of your face. Your clothes grew heavier but your heart was light as you curled into a ball against his chest, laughing as Sam spun you in a circle. Sam smiled widely as he sat you down and you turned around to look at him. His hair was waving with the wind and the rain. Sam shook his head to throw some water off of it but only more collected back on the top of his head.

"Ugh." Sam groaned but smiled as you giggled at him. "I can already feel the sickness coming for us."

You grinned, shivering from the cold of the rain, but you couldn't less. Sam was getting cold too, but he was finally happy again for the first time in a long time.

"Let the sickness come from us." You threw your arms out as your lips started to tremble. "I-I can deal with it."

Sam raised an eyebrow as he felt the rain start to get to him. You've been out here longer so you have to be much colder than Sam.

"Are you sure?" Sam asked even though he already knew the answer. You nodded as a really bad shiver ran through your body like a wave. "(Y/N), your lips are blue."

You sucked your lips in but they bounced back out.

"How about y-you come and kiss t-them to warm 'em up for me?" You suggested with a tilt of the head. Sam gave you The Face, that face that showed he was up for the challenge: a light eyebrow raised, a small ur, and a head jerk. You stood your place and wrapped your arms around yourself, mainly for warmth but made it look like you were crossing your arms. Sam knew better.

"I think I might just do that." Sam moved quickly up to you and embraced your shaking body. Sam pressed his lips against yours and a sweet heat pooled in your stomach, but the pot tipped and the warmness spilled throughout your body. Sam's gentle touch calmed your shaking figure and you two slowly forgot about the rain and cold, just getting lost within one another.

"Is that normal?" Dean jerked forwards and looked back at the blue-eyed, trenchcoat-wearing angel with wide eyes. "Sorry for scaring you, Dean."

"You didn't scare me. I just... Don't do that," Dean demanded as he looked back at his brother and the person Sam fell in love with after Jessica, "I haven't done that before, kissing in the rain, but it's a very normal thing. It's in a lot of movies and books and things, I guess. I don't see the point in it."

Castiel nodded and his deep-set eyes looked out at two outside the window.

"Maybe it's for the romance or thrill," Castiel proposed but Dean only shrugged.

"Probably. I still think it's pointless," Dean stated as he walked away from the cool glass and to the fridge.

"Do you want to kiss someone in the rain, Dean?" Castiel's voice came from beside Dean. He jumped again and cursed.

"Goddamnit, Cas," Dean sighed, "Personal space, dude."

Castiel's eyes squinted at Dean. Castiel could feel Dean's breath fan across his face. He took a step back but kept close to Dean. Dean pursed his lips as he popped the cap of his beer off. Handing one to Castiel despite knowing he most likely won't drink it, Dean walked to the couch, glancing out the window at the two lovebirds to see that Sam had you pushed up against the side of the Impala.

"They're gonna get it on against my car," Dean groaned, disgusted, as Castiel took a seat next to Dean, more curious about the show playing than you and Sam. This yellow square was blowing bubbles with a pink starfish and a teal squid was annoyed with them.

"'Bring it arrrrroooouuunnnndddd town." The sponge apparently spoke and liked to bring it around town with bubble blowing. Castiel was intrigued by the moving colors like a baby, Dean found it cute but would never admit it out loud. Soon enough, Sam and you stumbled into the hotel room, looking like a hurricane had sucked y'all up. Dean raised a brow and jerked his eyes between you two; Castiel kept his eyes glued on the television but knowledge the two with a nod.

"Nothing happened," Sam warned with a low tone as he and you moved towards the bathroom, "Out there, anyways."

Sam winked at Dean as he closed the bathroom door. A light smack from behind the door made Dean laugh.

"My baby brother's growing up." Dean sighed as he leaned back against the couch.

"Sam's twenty-seven, isn't he? He's very grown up." Castiel was confused as the show shifted into an advertisement.

"That's not what I meant." Dean shook his head. Castiel's cluelessness was too cute. The sound of the water turning on filled the air with the low volume of the television. A deep groan lightly swept through the hotel room. Castiel's eyes widened slightly. "Yup."

Dean laughed at the deep blush painted on Castiel's cheeks.

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