Just a little Supernatural drabble.
All the usual disclaimers apply.
A Moment of Pretense
By: Vanessa Sgroi
Sometimes I love rain. It's wet coolness. The soft patter as the drops splash against my face, trickle down to drip off my chin, and soak into my t-shirt with its brethren. It feels not so much refreshing as…cleansing.
I turn my face to the sky, eyes closed, pretending just for a moment that it IS washing everything—the pain, the sorrow, the … taint—away.
"Sam, what the hell are you doing out there?"
I jump at the sound of Dean's voice echoing across the parking lot. Shaking my head, I stand, reluctantly heading back to our motel room.