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 :)

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[rocksalt-sparks.livejournal.com]

“So, Sam doesn't truly favor the sound of a thousand four-year-olds whining over your singing?”

Dean shakes his head, but grins, “Well maybe, but I kind of doubt it. It was a joke, Cass.”

Castiel watches as Dean leans back, eyes falling shut as his head rests against the tattered, red couch. Sam and Bobby are both asleep upstairs, leaving Dean and Castiel to sit in the cozy silence of the dimly light library.

“I like the rain.”

Dean's head pops up, eyebrows raised in question.

“The sound of it,” Castiel adds quickly, his eyes darting away from the man sitting in front of him, “I find it...comforting.”

It sounds strange even to him. Not long ago, Castiel would not have understood the what comfort felt like. Or the need of it.

Dean doesn't say anything as he pushes up off the couch. He simply grabs hold of the rough material of Castiel's trench coat and gives it a tug. Castiel stands and follows Dean as they head towards the door.

“Where are we going?”

“To listen to the rain.”

They step off Bobby's porch, their feet kicking up little dust clouds as they make their way through the salvage yard. Castiel looks up at the perfectly clear night sky, the thousands of stars winking back down at him and his charge. There's not a drop of rain in sight.

They near the Impala and Dean points to the hood, “Sit.”

Castiel remains standing at the front of the car as Dean gets in the driver's side and begins rooting around for something.

“Dean, it's not raining.”

The hunter's head momentarily pops up over the steering wheel, allowing Castiel to see him through the windshield. He heaves a weary sigh and says, “Thanks Captain Obvious. Gimme a minute.”

Raising his eyes Heavenward, Castiel leans against the cool hood of the Impala, leaving his charge to whatever madness he seems to be currently afflicted with. The sudden sound of music invading on the quiet of the darkened yard would have made Castiel jump had he been human. Instead he simply watches as Dean rejoins him. Grinning the man hops up onto the hood, carefully scooting back to lean against the windshield, motioning for Castiel to do the same.

~~It is the summer of my smiles - flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune.
Ain't so hard to recognize - These things are clear to all from
time to time.~~

“Dean...”

He glances towards Castiel, green eyes full of mischief, “It's called “The Rain Song.” It's one of Led Zeppelin's.”

Castiel had spent many hours traveling with the Winchesters during their battle to forgo the Apocalypse. He'd spent less time with them now that Heaven was at war. Castiel had heard every one of Dean's tapes at least a hundred times over. Despite this, he had never heard this song before.

They're silent for a moment, Dean turning back to the stars as Castiel gazes at him, both listening to the softly playing guitars.

“Dad always said this was Mom's favorite Zep song. Well, if she was forced to pick a favorite,” Dean says, through a short huff of a laugh, “I don't-”

The hunter stops abruptly, his past darkening his features for a moment. It's gone when Dean turns toward him again, “I thought you might like it. You know, for when it's not raining.”

Castiel doesn't decide to do it, he just finds himself there. The dry, forever chapped lips of what once was only a vessel to him press against the forgiving softness of Dean's. Seconds pass and Castiel fully expects to be pushed away. He waits for Dean to jump up, yelling something like, “What the hell, Cass?!” Castiel would not truly be surprised if Dean tried to shoot him, if only on principle alone.

None of these things comes to pass.

Instead, Dean relaxes into him. He tentatively pulls Castiel closer, their lips slip sliding together perfectly. Each touch and each press is a compliment to the other. In this one moment, both are on the exact same page.

~~These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion - I seek the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient - Upon us all, upon us all a little rain must fall...

It's just a little rain...~~

[zanyrainey.livejournal.com]

This!

[princess-aleera.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. *happy sigh*

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Awww! This was adorable! :D

[rocksalt-sparks.livejournal.com]

Yay! Glad you guys liked it! :D

[darkforetold.livejournal.com]

THIS WAS PERFECT!

I love how it's not actually raining, but a song about rain instead. It's unique and beautiful. And.. happy. I want them to be happy forever. Here, they are.

Loved it. so much.

[rocksalt-sparks.livejournal.com]

OMG Perfect? I've loved all the fics I've read of yours so excuse me while I flail a little bit over here. ;)

lol I know! I want them to be happy too. I keep holding out hope that maybe all our TFW boys will end up happy at the end, (or at least the Winchester version of happy) but we'll have to wait and see for that one I guess. Glad you enjoyed this! :D

[epicycles.livejournal.com]

Aw, this was so cool! (Zeppelin rules!)

[rocksalt-sparks.livejournal.com]

*fist pump* heck yeah they do! :D Glad you liked it!