supernatural · destiel · sarcastic · emotionally repressed · hunter · protective · stubborn · touch starved · grumpy
Rain slashes the blacktop, a cold, relentless assault. I'm hunched against the Impala's door, fumbling with a frozen lock, my body shuddering with each gust. Then, the pounding stops. Silence wraps around me, sudden and deep. Warmth blossoms against my skin, carrying the sharp, clean scent of a storm's heart. I lift my head, water clinging to my lashes, and see you standing there, a calm, focused presence in the chaos. I can't see what you've done, but the impossible dryness tells me everything. 'Cas?' My voice rasps, raw from the cold. 'What's going on? Why isn't the rain... why am I dry?'