Pearl String of Fics: First Kisses In the Rain

[tiptoe39]

So inspired partly by comment_fic and partly by my amazing Twitter timeline, I'd like to open up the first ever Pearl String of Fics.

In the comments, please leave a short fic/drabble depicting a First Kiss in the Rain. Any pairing or fandom is welcome. There may be many Dean/Castiel fics, but we'll just consider them the white pearls, and the other pairings are the colored pearls that liven up the necklace, yes?

Each unique, all beautiful...

Enjoy :)

Comments

[lovedlea.livejournal.com]

The rain's trying to decide which part Dean likes best. He watches it drip down Cas' brow, over the bridge of his nose. Not touching him should be a crime somewhere. He watches it slide around Cas' jawline and his fingers itch to grab him there. It's his lips though that send Dean over the edge. Dean's fingers close around the dripping fabric of Cas' trench and he decides, finally, it's about damn time he got the chance to taste what the rain's been kissing all damn day.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

nnngh i love this, doll!! Such a clever way to go about it and so hot :)

Balthazar/Castiel - Let The Heavens Open

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

They say that rain means God is crying. Balthazar has no idea if that is true.

Castiel's lips are cold and wet, responsive in his unresponsive way. With his eyes closed, Balthazar probes in the desperate hope of sparking some connection, some memory, some link to the angel Castiel once was instead of the god he's becoming; he kisses Castiel as the heavens open and the rain tumbles down.

Water mats in their eyelashes and drips from their noses but it's worth it, it's all worth it, for the faintest moan when Castiel's lips finally part and allow him in.

Re: Balthazar/Castiel - Let The Heavens Open

[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

...you made me read Balthazar fic and like it. What are you doing to me? This is gorgeous.

[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

Oh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah.

[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

The night before Death, it's raining. Ellen is warm with alcohol and adrenaline, her gut churning with some combination of both, and when Castiel pauses at the corner of the yard, she sees that he is nervous, too - sees it in his face, the crook of his mouth, the way his brows draw together.

"Hey," she says. She doesn't know why it's so important to her, suddenly, that Castiel be reassured, except that he is an angel and angels should be certain; angels should know. Her hand closes wet around his bicep, the fabric of his trenchcoat damp beneath her fingers, and the shudder that runs through him is the opposite of sure. A shudder of innocence, of confusion, of fear, of want. He lifts his face, and there is rain on his parted mouth, and she thinks, unblemished.

Nobody should die like that, and Ellen knows that they are all going to die.

"Cas," she says, leans in. He doesn't stop her, doesn't close his mouth, and when she brushes her lips against his, she feels his hand make a fist in the front of her shirt, a sound rising up in his throat. Please. I can't. Please.

His mouth is loose against hers, unknowing, but he needs this, she can tell that now. When she presses in, the inside of his mouth is hot and smooth, like silk, like a slide into eternity.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Having just come off a con of watching Sam Ferris and Misha Collins interact I am SO into this. XDDDD omg. *loves*

Nngh. Cas having a Momma Bear to comfort him in that womanly way before they die? fyeahhh.

[akadougal.livejournal.com]

He's soaked to the skin and he's faced down an archangel. The storm, the unrestrained power beating at his mind, his soul, his body, seems inconsequential in the face of that. A wild feeling - he can do anything, take on anything - forces itself up inside him.

Castiel is there and soaked and vulnerable. No ozone sparking around him, not any more. He doesn't look like an angel of the lord. He doesn't look like much more than a poor, beaten guy caught in the rain, thin coat plastered to his body. This won't last long, this moment.

Dean takes a moment, grabs the stupid tie he fixed earlier and pulls Castiel close, smashes their mouths together. It's not a good kiss - too much in the way of teeth, too much in the way of want and pain and fear. Castiel doesn't even seem to know how to respond. He merely moves his lips slackly against Dean's. He looks shocked, for a moment, when Dean pulls back, free.

The rain slicks his hair to his head. His shoulders hunch. He doesn't look like he just faced down an archangel.

Dean sighs. "Get in the car, Cas."

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

oh god yes!!!! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD amazing!

Music - Kiss the Rain by Billie Myers

[ladyeternal.livejournal.com]

Anyone who knows Sam Winchester for more than five minutes knows he’s a romantic at heart. Circumstances and Fate and no small amount of his brother’s philistinic mocking have eroded Sam’s willingness to indulge it, but his soul yearns for exchanges of small tokens with hidden meanings, for evenings of candlelight and good food and affection, for grand gestures in unexpected moments.

Gabriel has timed it down to the minute. The brothers have separate rooms and Castiel has procured a home-baked strawberry-rhubarb pie for Dean in an attempt to improve the elder hunter’s mood after having only broken even at pool hustling. When he knows Sam is settled in, the archangel pops in with a snap-rustle, smirking at his own cleverness.

“Hey, Sammy… got something to show you.”

Before Sam can protest, they’re gone: flown in a moment to the middle of nowhere. There is a huge blanket laid out, easily large enough for Sam to lie on without dangling off any of the edges, and a small candle lantern casts warm, butter-soft light across an array of carefully selected sweets and savories. There are two thermoses, the contents of which Sam can only guess at, and two small throw pillows to recline against.

“Gabriel?” Sam turns to the smaller man, pleased but uncertain at the meaning behind the gesture. He’s unused to people taking the time to be kind anymore, and never without a catch when it comes from Gabriel.

“Look up,” Gabriel urges, inordinately pleased with himself. The first streaks are just starting to flash across the sky, and they’ll have all night thanks to Dean’s moodiness and Castiel’s willingness to be a distraction…

Until the sky opens above the steppes, pouring torrents of rain onto their heads.

Gabriel lets out an Enochian curse that could blister paint. Sam just laughs, though the archangel can’t think why. “Apparently, archangels can’t predict the weather any better than meteorologists,” the human remarks, clearly amused despite being drenched in an instant.

“I just miscalculated, is all,” Gabriel pouts. It’s not like he can’t replace the food and dry the blanket and pillows with a thought once they find the right place. But the moment is gone, lost to a butterfly’s flap, and he’d been hoping to get tonight the opening he’d been looking for with Sam for months. “We should still be able to see the meteor shower once we get a mile or so north of the storm.”

Sam isn’t budging, and for some reason Gabriel isn’t whisking them away. Maybe it’s the speculative expression in Sam’s eyes, or the way his generous mouth is curved with more genuine amusement than Gabriel’s seen on the boy in years. “You really put some work into this, didn’t you?” the hunter asks, tone careful.

“You’ve always been work, Sammy-boy,” Gabriel replies, still a little sour from the moment being dissolved under the steady flow of the rain.

He doesn’t know Sam picks up on the implicit “you’re worth it”. Is about to snap them somewhere dry and just enjoy the night as friends, companions in league against the Apocalypse…

And then those huge hands are sliding under his arms, lifting him clear off the ground, and those beautiful lips are pressing against his own, tongue tasting rainwater and spun sugar as it licks its way into Gabriel’s open mouth. The archangel doesn’t question it, just wraps arms and legs around the mortal and holds on tight, sealing their lips and moaning at the taste of Sam under warm rain and cheap beer.

How long they linger, Sam doesn’t know. The night is warm and the rain isn’t letting up, but they remain until they’re soaked through and the falling water has doused the lantern on the sodden blanket below their feet. Until they’ve lost track of everything but the taste of the rain on each other’s mouths and the way Gabriel’s weight feels surprisingly right in Sam’s arms.

“We should go someplace dry,” Sam finally suggests, eyes blinking against the droplets on his lashes.

“To see the meteor shower?” Gabriel asks, fingers poised to snap them clear of the stormclouds.

“We can if you want,” Sam agrees amiably, tightening his grip just a bit. “But I already got what I’d’ve wished on a falling star for, so I’m good either way.”

Sunset eyes widen, and then Gabriel is grinning as he whisks them away.

Re: Music - Kiss the Rain by Billie Myers

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

asdfjkl;kjfda you always get me RIGHT in the gut.

I love you too much.

eta: LOL OOPS IT'S NOT A FIRST KISS. EXCEPT IT KIND OF IS B/C HE WAS DEAD? IDEK. SORRY. I FAILED.

[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

It's done. Mary doesn't know quite yet what it is, how deep its tentacles will reach, but it is done, all the same, and that is an end to it. Father, mother and childhood are things of the past, but she has her John in her arms and that is something. It will have to be enough.

When he stirs, it is sleepily, and without understanding -- "Mary?" A fine rain has picked up, misting over his face, catching in his hair in the darkness. All the better, Mary thinks, to hide the tears she can't fight back, despite her best efforts.

"Sssh, baby." She strokes her fingers through the soft mess of his hair, after the pattern of the raindrops, and ducks her face to kiss him, little, clinging kisses, one after the other. Tiny kisses settling on his damp mouth like butterflies. Beneath her, John breathes, coming back to life. Coming back to her.

"Sssh, baby," Mary says, and kisses him again -- bites his lower lip in a sudden rush of frenzy, and then licks over the hurt with her tongue at his surprised noise. "Ssh, it's okay. It'll be okay."

There's a dark, tight clench in her gut that says she's wrong, but she ignores it resolutely; cups John's face with her fingers, as if she could keep him from the rain.

Re: eta: LOL OOPS IT'S NOT A FIRST KISS. EXCEPT IT KIND OF IS B/C HE WAS DEAD? IDEK. SORRY. I FAILED

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

awww omg it totally counts, John's lips were rehymenated XD

aweeeeeeesome <3 <3 <3

ok, my turn. 1/2

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Torrential rains sweep America, not just the continental U.S. but every inch of American soil, and for a moment in a thousand places the world hushes to listen to the voices of the rain.

The rain is everywhere, it goes everywhere, it penetrates and it diffuses and is absorbed into skin, through pores, matting down hair, dampening tempers and bringing people closer to keep warm.

~

Down south in Hawaii, the warm rain plasters Steve's T-shirt to his chest. Nothing Danny hasn't seen before, but with the view of the beach wiped out by the wave of gray, he has nothing else to look at, and so it's Steve by default. Steve and the one rivulet of water that's pausing on the tip of his upper lip, fat and full but not dropping, and it's driving Danny crazy.

He moves forward, starts by saying "You have a--" and "It's--" and he tries to angle his index finger toward the droplet but his lips get there first, sucking it up, staying there, lingering and still sucking on the wet surface of Steve's lip, his lower lip starting to curl forward too just for the sake of being even and fair, why should one lip get all the fun?

And then Steve's burly arms are pulling him in, and he's plastered against that soaked T-shirt, and Danny whimpers and lets go of his own balance as Steve's embrace swallows him up.

~

In the back woods of a Midwestern town, the rain runs through the maze of a billion pine needles and dumps down unceremoniously on Dean Winchester's head as he's heading back from a gravesite to the car. He curses, and shivers, and the angel waiting for him soberly has a hint of a smile on his face at Dean's distress.

"Shut up," Dean says without allowing any more of a greeting. He's cranky and freezing and surly and did he mention freezing? He'd kill for a coat that didn't suck. A smirking angel is not a very good substitute.

A moment later there's a trenchcoat around his shoulders instead of Cas's, and Cas is smiling at him. Dean can read his smile -- there's a simple pleasure there in having done something for Dean, and even Dean, crankiest gun in the West, has to shrug and say, "Thanks, Cas."

In just his suit, dark hair and dark clothing, Castiel looks all that much more human when he nods. "It is my pleasure."

The smile's slid off his face, and now he's reaching forward to cup his hand over Dean's forehead, an impromptu cap to keep the rain off his face. Dean's been squinting, something he doesn't realize until the flood of water into his eyes stops and he can open them wider.

They keep getting wider, because Castiel keeps getting closer.

By the time Castiel's hand slides off Dean's forehead, Dean's eyes are closed anyway, and the sudden rush of water down his face feels kind of good when it slides between their lips.

continued (http://tiptoe39.livejournal.com/1278495.html?view=5809183#t5809183)

my turn 2/2

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

In New York City the rain doesn't stop the cabs, but it does stop them from seeing the pedestrians trying to wave them down, especially when their suits are dark and so's the clutch of buildings from which they wave. After a good long time Mike lowers his hand and strolls back to the enclave where Harvey waits, nice and dry and warm, the bastard.

"You want a cab, you go hail one," he says. "I'm biking home."

"You're biking home and you're going to be sneezing tomorrow in court and you'll look like a fool, go hail a damn cab."

Mike just glares at him. They have more staring contests these days, more moments when it feels like Harvey's just a constant source of static electricity in his life, and even though Mike's so young and has so much to prove there are times when he thinks he's getting to Harvey, he can see the mask of disdain drop and the real emotion emerge.

"You don't want me to get sick. Cause you care," he says.

"About the case, sure." Harvey looks away.

"No, you care about me. You don't want me to get sick. Because if I did you'd end up coming by my apartment and bringing me chicken soup and then you couldn't hide it anymore. Forget it, I'm definitely biking home." Mike grins triumphantly and moves away from the enclave toward where his bike is sitting, wet rubber and glistening chain, against the parking meter.

Harvey grabs him by the arm and spins him inward, like they're dancing. Terrible dancing, thought, since Mike ends up dripping wet and pressed against cold stone, uncomfortable. "Like hell I'm gonna let you," Harvey starts, and then there's a gust of wind and the rain goes horizontal, spraying him all at once with enough water that he's, if not as soaked as Mike, at least suddenly dripping.

Mike chokes out a laugh. "Serves you right--"

There's a "shut up" on Harvey's face, and it makes it past his lips, but then it just crushes into Mike's mouth and dies.

His mind goes blank, but his fingers know what to do - they're crawling, scrambling, grabbing at Harvey's wet blazer, pulling him in. Somewhere between them a moan sounds. They're both wet now, because Harvey's pushed Mike hard up against that stone wall, and the water from Mike's shirt and tie and jacket is seeping into Harvey's, cold rain and body heat, a contradiction that shouldn't work, but it does, and so do they, and Mike doesn't want it to end.

~

Rain travels on the edge of a warm front, and there's a reason for that -- though rain is cold, merciless enough to batter down barriers, it brings with it warmth that's enough to thaw hearts.

At least for a moment.

Re: my turn 2/2

[ladyeternal.livejournal.com]

Show off.

Meh, I'm just kidding, hun. These are lovely, as your writing invariably is. ^_^

[asherahseren.livejournal.com]

He didn't even remember how he could have ended there, standing alone in the rain on the edge of a road. The sound of drops water slid on the leaves was deafening, and Castiel had drunk too much, perhaps every sound was amplified because of this. He had left Bobby's house because he couldn't sleep, one of the many human things he should have to learn eventually, but the apocalypse was near, and he was useless. Dean was always in silence, ignoring him, and now more than ever, Castiel was lonely and desperate. All the sacrifices for nothing, all ending with a empty bottle in his hand, soaked to the bone, in a way through trees. He could almost feel the tears coming up his eyes, another human thing he had to learn to hold back, but that did not have the time to learn.
A white light forced him to close his eyes, but then he opened them, thinking that, maybe, one of his brothers had come to pick him up, to help him, bring him back. But Dean get out of that light, misty lighthouse of the Impala behind him.
"What the hell Cas, I searched for hours!"
Castiel did not answer, he was about to faint from the cold. And he did not understand why, but just the idea of Dean searching for him and his chest was filled with warmth. Not even alcohol could make him feel like that.
"Dean ..?"
"No, Mother Teresa! Who can looking for you, huh?"
Dean grabbed Cas by one arm and pushed him toward the car.
"I don't know...my father, maybe"
"your-" Dean stopped. "you are still waiting .." Dean did not seem to find the breath to finish the sentence.
"of course."
Dean smiled and shook his head.
"Cas you ...."
"you're going to tell me to stop waiting for him .."
"No, I did not want to say that .."
"then what?"
"You can't..." Dean licked his wet lips and ran a hand through his hair. "You can't disappear on me, okay? not now. "
".. i am not an angel anymore, I can't help you, I-"
"I don't need you for your powers, Cas .."
"then for what? why you can just leave me here.. .. I-"
His mouth was closed by Dean one a moment later. And suddenly Cas did not remember what was going to say. Dean's skin was wet from the rain, but his lips were warm and his hands covering his cheeks were firm and safe. In that kiss there were all those words that Dean would never have said to him: "because I need you. because you give me a meaning. Because I no longer know how to live without you." and every touch of his lips seemed to say something more. Castiel closed his eyes, feeling the rain on his tongue when he opened his mouth to feel Dean taste. He grabbed Dean jacket at the waist, until his hands closed over his back. And everything was impossibly warm, even in the middle of the storm. Maybe both would die in one of the following days, maybe the storm would have killed them that night, but nothing and no one would separate them anyway.

[asherahseren.livejournal.com]

i am sorry for my bad english! I wanted to write something, I hope it's understandable. *ashamed*

Something just for tippy...

[ladyeternal.livejournal.com]

It feels like a thousand years, but it’s finally over. The team back together, battered but still standing, stronger together.

Danny hadn’t been sure it would happen. Had been afraid that, despite their best efforts, they’d be one man short when all was said and done.

It’s that fear that drives the car to Steve’s apartment building. Fear that brings him to Steve’s doorstep with beer and nonsense words about keeping Steve from brooding too much. Fear that Steve really isn’t home and safe, is still back in that cell, unless Danny can see that he’s there.

If Steve notices, he doesn’t call Danny on it. Instead, they watch Kelly’s Heroes and order in and exchange meaningless banter, the way partners do when the weight of the world isn’t on their shoulders.

Danny doesn’t mean to fall asleep. It’s a doze, really, brought about by nothing more than the lull of alcohol and food mixed with the drop in stress hormones now that Steve being back where he belongs is more real to him. But he wakes when he hears the sound of thunder on the horizon, and sees the balcony door open. “Steve?”

“Out here.”

Padding out in his sock feet, Danny finds Steve leaning against the wall of the balcony, gazing across the landscape as the storm rolls in. There’s enough wind to blow the rain at them in a fine mist, giving the moment a surreality, like something in a dream. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve replies, though his voice lacks anything convincing behind the syllable. “Just… thinking.”

The fear comes back, heavy in Danny’s gut: fear that Steve will think too much, will get lost in the dark places in his head and never come back. Or worse, take one risk too many and wind up on a slab, leaving Danny to pick up the shattered pieces of his life alone.

But there’s no fear in the way Danny steps in and takes hold of Steve’s shirt in both hands, leaning up to press his lips against Steve’s, absorbing the other man’s surprise into the kiss as the wind scatters raindrops against their skin, warm against the faint chill of the evening.

When Danny draws back, he can’t go far; Steve’s densely muscled arms are around him, and Steve’s looking at him with a kind of wonder in the ice blue of his eyes. “Don’t,” Danny chides softly. “At least, not tonight.”

There’s a faint crinkle in the corners of Steve’s eyes, and his voice is warmer, more present as he says “okay” before closing the distance between them again, chasing Danny’s fears away.

Re: Something just for tippy...

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

jfkal;fja;gjioapehotjaphg anaiofmpaefjieoapfjaeio;gtaegohao;goai;fjioj

you

T_T

I love you and I love this and yes ok just yes

the poor hurt shy boys they neeeeeeed each other
omg

*ded*

[ladyeternal.livejournal.com]

I love you, too, BB. I only write H50 to make you happy. ^_^ Glad you like this one.

[vicious-sock.livejournal.com]

It was perhaps apt, that the release of the monster souls from Castiel was accompanied by the most violent storm Sam had ever seen. The raindrops were sharp and thin, each one a tiny pinprick on his skin, their assault exacerbated by the howling wind. In the middle of a charred field knelt Castiel, still in that goddamned trench coat, he was as rigid as a statue. The former god didn’t seem to be bothered by the rain, or, Sam thought, he might be too far gone to notice. Suddenly, a lightning cracked across the sky, followed by an earth shattering thunder. A flicker of life was jolted back into Castiel’s eyes, and Sam saw guilt, sorrow, atonement. Not unlike what he used to see in the mirror, but more importantly, he saw love.

Sam made his way across the field and sank to his knees in front of Castiel. Then, as if it was the most natural thing to do, he cupped Castiel’s face and kissed. Castiel’s lips were cold, barely responsive, but Sam felt Castiel’s sigh of gratitude. Sam was thankful too, in a morbid kind of way, that Castiel’s very last memory was his very first kiss.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

But... but... but... *sobs*

MAKE IT BETTAR. ;_;

beautiful and soul-crushing, bb!

(why do these kind of prompts bring out the angst!bitch in me?)

[princess-aleera.livejournal.com]

He's too tall, really. Castiel has to bend his head backwards almost uncomfortably to look the taller Winchester in the eyes. He gets rain in his eyes and has to blink every few seconds, and he suspects it looks like he's crying.

Sam strokes away the raindrops from his cheeks, and they feel more like tears than ever. Then he cups Castiel's chin gently before he dips down to press a chaste kiss against the angel's mouth.

It tastes like tears, not rain, Castiel notices dimly. He's standing on his toes, but it still feels like Sam has to bend in half just to reach him. He's never felt more vulnerable than he is right now; more human. If it weren't for the kiss, for Sam, Castiel would hate it.

Castiel lets out a shuddering breath as Sam's lips leaves his. He feels empty. Even as a first kiss, Castiel's first kiss in history, it's still goodbye.

The younger Winchester sighs, a quiet sound against the rain, and turns to go back to the house. Castiel doesn't move; instead watching Sam as he makes his way back to his brother and his life.

Castiel stands in the rain with his eyes closed, so no one can see the tears.

Re: (why do these kind of prompts bring out the angst!bitch in me?)

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

BETWEEN YOU AND vicious_sock I'M DEAD AND CRYING FOREVER. GO FIX IT YOU TWO.

amazing. so sad. ;_; thank you doll!

[darth-firefly.livejournal.com]

Her eyes reveal everything. Her fear, her sincerity, her absolute terror that is so pure, it could almost be called righteous. She pays no attention to the April rain that still clings to winter's chill. Her hair hangs limply in her face and she sniffles once before speaking again. "Please. Just... whatever you want... please..."

He slowly lets a smile come to his face. She is terrified of either of the two replies he could give her. Not that he'd dream of rejecting what she has offered or refusing her request. A rule had been broken in the marking of her soul. She had been too young. "I can ask for quite a bit, you're aware of that, aren't you?"

"Very aware." She swallows as he walks towards her and reaches a hand out, curiously dry in this downpour.

He pushes her drenched hair away from her face and smiles. "Then my answer to your request, my girl - is yes." With that, he placed both hands on her face and gently pressed his lips to hers. He knew they would be soft, her kiss warm as she slanted her mouth open to accept him. He almost laughed in delight when he caught the taste of chocolate in her mouth. Godiva Truffles. She had eaten what she thought would be her last meal.

Gabriel always did like a girl with a taste for fine confections. He withdrew and then pressed a second kiss to her forehead. "Let's get you some place dry, Bella."

She managed a very weak smile - the Trickster's kiss has left her almost breathless. "Thank you." Is all she can think to say, the memory of the kiss still lingering on her lips.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

oh!!! Surprise pairing is surprise! And saves Bela- I'll take it!!! \o/ *smishes* Thank you doll! This is an unexpected treat :D

Molded Together - Fringe, Olivia/Astrid, PG

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

The misting rain made her skin look like velvet, the droplets trembling as her breath fogged in the cool air. Olivia cupped her face, the warmth of her hands penetrating deep, leaving Astrid in a pool of warmth on the chilly fall night. Her hands came up to trace through Olivia's hair, slick and silky between fingers that trembled ever-so-slightly.

"Please."

Astrid wasn't sure if Olivia had said it as a quiet plea to be pushed over the edge, or if she had said it to bring Olivia in, but the result was the same. Soft heat blooming between them when their lips met, moist and warm, sliding together so easily, shocking easily, like the misty rain had blurred them together like wet clay.

Steam curled around them as they molded together, warm in the rain, not sure where one ended and the other began.

Re: Molded Together - Fringe, Olivia/Astrid, PG

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

omg :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Wonderful wonderful wonderful! love the images. oh gosh <3 <3 you always make me shiver with joy :)

I am all warm and happy. YAY!!!!! :DDD ilu

Dean/Jo

[jenab.livejournal.com]

The rain poured down, soaking through layers of clothes until they were both drenched to the skin. Dean couldn’t care less. He had Jo in his arms, her mouth hot and wet under his. Her hands were wriggling up under his shirts to run over his back, fingers cold against his skin. Dean ignored it. There was only the hard press of their mouths together, the feel of Jo’s breasts crushed against his chest and the taste of a kiss that wasn’t of blood, what could have beens and death.

Jo had somehow been given an Winchester miracle and been brought back by a new god seeking Dean’s love and adoration. Dean would deal with Castiel later. After he’d gotten enough of Jo’s kisses.

Re: Dean/Jo

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

awwwww!!! Maybe this will happen on the show, right? :DDDDDDDD a girl can dream. So sweet, and kinda hot!! :D

Sherlock/John

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

The rain battered on Sherlock's umbrella in a desperate attempt to reach them, but neither man showed any sign of noticing it.

Huddled against Sherlock, half-inside his coat, John drew heat from his wiry body and thin lips. His head was tilted back to reach, his throat bare and undefended as Sherlock tasted every inch of his mouth, sucked the rain from his lips and pushed deeper, always deeper. It's like being examined, inside and out, while John's hand clutched white-knuckled to the handle of Sherlock's umbrella, the only thing standing between them and a soaking afternoon.

Sherlock hardly seemed to notice, planting his hands on either side of John's head. His fingers clenched against the dripping strands of John's hair and he began to slide back from their first kiss. Barely a heartbeat passed before he was back, again and again until John felt like he was drowning in it, every sense overcome; first kiss turned to second turned to third.

By the time Sherlock was done with him, there was no more need for the umbrella.

The rain had stopped.

Re: Sherlock/John

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

oh how sensual and hot!!!!!!! nnngh!!!

you're amazing, as always.

Dean/Castiel

[jenab.livejournal.com]

Dean turned his face up into the rain. It fell steadily, a warm summer rain cleansing the dust and grit away from a sticky day. Castiel watched Dean enjoying the rain, the way his lips were curved upwards at the corners. Or how the water drops clung to his eyelashes and skin.

Castiel tucked his wings back down. There was no need to shelter Dean from the storm, not when Castiel could feel the simple pleasure Dean took from it. For now Castiel was content to watch Dean, until he wasn’t. Then he leaned forward, pressing his lips to Dean’s to taste the rain upon them and tang of Dean’s skin.

Re: Dean/Castiel

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

mmm, simple and luscious. thank you!! :)

[darkforetold.livejournal.com]

Dean couldn’t see Castiel like this, watching him as the rain rolled off his skin. They stood a few feet from each other while the sky fell apart round them. The rainfall represented their own worlds in a way; realities that were unraveling and in pieces around their feet. Dean had lost his brother, or so he thought, and Castiel was fighting a civil war in Heaven. They were the same then, he and Dean. They were both shells of what they once were; a human and an angel so hollow and so... broken that neither one of them could breathe. Both following the same road to destinies that seemed so right, yet they were both doing it in all the wrong ways. That road ended here, right in front of each other, like it was always meant to be.

A peel of thunder crashed overheard and Dean jumped. Castiel could feel it. It was palpable on his skin, this raw emotion that he seemed to bleed through his pores. All the despair, the loss, the devastation that he felt were like words on paper; readable in the dark circles under his eyes and in the frown on his beautiful face. Dean was no less stunning in the rain. In this light, in this way, droplets of crystal magnified the freckles that Castiel could barely see any more, brought to his eyes detail that he would never ignore. The way his green eyes held so much depth, soul and kindness, the way his jaw tensed while he stood there thinking… Dean was, in a word, perfect. God’s greatest gift.

When Dean sighed, so did Castiel. When Dean moved his head to look into the black horizon, Castiel mimicked the slight tilt of his head. And then… Castiel kissed him. Dean didn't feel it, wouldn't and never did. These were Castiel's stolen moments; seconds of intimacy he thought he’d never have with Dean. Seconds of peace and beauty that were so chaste and so… uplifting that God couldn’t hope to create anything nearly as perfect. In that second, Castiel knew he would do anything for Dean, because of Dean, even make a deal with the King of Hell.

Castiel fought back a swell of emotion that pounded against his chest. Dean wouldn’t feel the hand that brushed against his face, the thumb that crested over a cheekbone to wipe away what Castiel knew was a tear. Dean wouldn’t feel any of it; not the pain of fighting another Apocalypse, not the sorrow that came with loss. Castiel would save him from ever hurting again.

Dean wouldn’t hear Castiel whisper, “I miss you.,” into his ear, wouldn’t notice the sound of flapping wings as the angel took flight. The only thing Dean would hear was another growl of thunder and the rain’s chorus against the rooftops.

Dean would never know how much Castiel truly loved him.

[asherahseren.livejournal.com]

ç____ç omg...beautiful.....

Taste the Rainbow

[epicycles.livejournal.com]

"Okay!" Dean yells at the cloud above him. "I give! I'm sorry!"

The rain continues, obviously not willing to accept his apology. It does get a couple of degrees warmer, though.

"Come on!" Dean covers his eyes with his hand, which does nothing to stop the rain from running into his face. He licks the moisture off his lips; it tastes oddly sweet. "I didn't mean it, okay? I take it back. Now will you knock it off?"

"What was that? I didn't quite hear you."

Gabriel's leaning against the car -- an crime punishable by death in Dean's book -- watching Dean with an amused expression. Completely dry, of course. Just like everything else in the parking lot except for Dean himself, who is currently blessed with his own personal 3-foot-diameter thunderstorm.

Dean kicks at the puddle he's standing in, the only puddle in the freaking city. "You heard me."

A tiny lightning bolt sizzles down from the cloud and zaps the tips of Dean's hair.

"Hey!" Dean pats his hair, checking for crispiness. "Don't mess with my hair!"

"I'm waiting..." Gabriel sing-songs.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry I said you had bad taste in movies."

"And..."

Dean sighs. Maybe it can just rain forever. He'll get used to it. "And I'm sorry I said you eat too much candy."

"Damn right." Gabriel pulls out a Milky Way bar. "You're lucky that's not a hail of marshmallows you're standing under. Or Milk Duds. Those would hurt."

Dean has to laugh at that. "You are such a jerk."

"You love it," Gabriel says with a cheeky grin.

It's probably hypothermia that makes Dean reach out and grab Gabriel, that's all. Not that Dean actually likes Gabriel or thinks his assholery is kind of funny, or that he might possibly find Gabriel almost charming in a jackassish kind of way. No, Dean's just trying to get a little revenge by pulling Gabriel into his single-serving thunderstorm. Gabriel squawks gratifyingly when Dean hauls him into range, absurdly covering his head with his arms. "Hey!"

It's just a little payback, but now Gabriel is standing absurdly close in the tiny circle of rain, laughing and holding up a hand like he's about to snap the storm into a hail of sugar, and it's definitely hypothermia that makes Dean lean down and kiss the smile off his lips.

Gabriel kisses him back, and it's as warm and sweet as the rain.

Re: Taste the Rainbow

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

THIS IS LIKE THE MOST PERFECT THING EVER.

DYING. XD

[aerilex.livejournal.com]

This was a fantasic idea but I can't keep up with all the new drabbles! So <3s to tippy and everyone else.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

<3s back bb!

[hils.livejournal.com]

There isn't a muscle in Jensen's body that doesn't ache. He's cold, and he's wet and they've shot this scene so many damn times that he's pretty sure he's going to be reciting the lines in his sleep.

Jared does his best to lighten the mood by goofing around between takes and joking that he's going to grab a bottle of shampoo in a minute and wash his hair outside so he doesn't have to bother with a shower when he gets home. Jensen isn't fooled though. He can see the tight lines around Jared's eyes when he smiles. He's just as bone tired as the rest of them.

Finally, after an eternity, the director calls a wrap and everyone starts packing up with sighs of relief. At this point Jensen is pretty sure he could quite happily just collapse into the mud and sleep there.

"Jensen?"

All of a sudden Jared is there in front of him, the extra few inches of height shielding Jensen from the worst of the rain and his eyes warm with concern as he brushes away a wayward drop that is about to fall into Jensen's eyes.

This is always how it's been. They take care of each other on screen and off and right now Jensen can't even remember how he functioned before Jared Padalecki came into his life. He moves without thinking, leaning into Jared's warmth and tipping his head to catch Jared's lips with his own. Jared lets out a surprised noise in the back of his throat and then kisses Jensen back. It's soft and warm and for a moment Jensen forgets about the rain and the cold and the aches. All that matter is him and Jared, together, the way it should always be.

When they finally pull back from each other Jared doesn't ask any questions or demand an explanation for what just happened. He simply smiles and brushes a hand over Jensen's cheek.

"Let's go home."

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

yes yes oh my god yes forever and ever crying.

Kali/Gabriel

[triedunture.livejournal.com]

Her skin is black, shining in the newborn light of the sun. He gestures to the sky to draw her attention upwards, ever upwards. "I made it for you," he says, and dances another step.

She smiles, a slow and prowling smile that stretches her red lips to their limits. "No," she says knowingly. "You did not make the sun. You did not make the sky."

He flits out of sight. "Of course I did." Reappears above her in the branches of a banyan tree. "I am Shiva, and this is a new era for us."

Kali fingers the knife at her belt, the blade as red as her lips. "You are no Shiva."

"Brahmin, then."

She shakes her head. Does not stop smiling. "No, not he."

He drapes himself from the tree and allows her to touch him, his snowy wings, with her six hands. "I made a sun for you. Be reasonable."

Her eyes go black as her skin, and her hair stands on end as the air becomes charged with something that smells of heaven. Despite himself, he retreats back into the safety of the tree. The air darkens, roils in the sky like velvet.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"You say you made the sun," she intones. "Where has it gone?" The air becomes thick and heated. Something falls on his wings, wets them down, wets down the bark of the tree, makes slick the green leaves. He tilts his five-starred face up to the black sky. Water is falling from it in torrents, like a river from the heavens. The sun is missing behind the clouds.

"That is a nice trick," he says. "What do you call it?"

"Rain," she says, and reaches up with her fifth arm to cup the back of his head. "And I will call you Loki, the one who loves tricks." She brushes her lips against his as rain falls on the earth for the very first time.

Re: Kali/Gabriel

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

You're still as epic as you were back in the old days. Holy crapoly. <3

AND EXTRA POINTS FOR EXTRA ARMS. <3

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

"Shut up, Merlin."

Merlin twisted in his saddle, before dismounting flashing Arthur a wide eyed, bemused look. "I didn't say anything!"

"Your face said it for you," Arthur blinked rain out of his eyes, the action taking away from the heat of his glare. "You have 'I told you so' written all over it."

"Well," Merlin allowed, flashing Arthur a pleased grin, and Arthur took some pleasure in the fact that Merlin's boot sank into the mud, causing his manservant to unbalance, arms flailing.

Arthur reached over, grabbing a fistful of Merlin's tunic to keep him from falling into the mud, and therefore saving himself from having to hear the incessant whining all the way back.

He misjudged himself, and tugged harder than necessary, causing Merlin to stumble against him, soaked and shivering, blue eyes wide under wet, clumped lashes, panting hot air over Arthur's lips.

"Ah," Merlin started. "I-"

Arthur tilted his head, and kissed Merlin, quick and chaste, before his companion could say anything more to embarrass himself. To his utter surprise, Merlin responded, arms wrapping around Arthur, mouth opening in a pleasant display of willingness.

They kissed for a few moments, light but uncomplicated, and Arthur felt heat seeping into his skin where Merlin's hands wandered.

He was too busy focusing on the full, kiss-swollen lips beneath his own to notice the hint of gold in Merlin's eyes, or how the rain seemingly ceased to fall around them.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

YES. THIS. THIS IS WHAT THIS MEME WAS MISSING.

FJKLA;KFJ. I LOVE YOU MOOSEY.