FIC: Shine, The Weather's Fine (G)

[unamaga]

Title: Shine, The Weather's Fine
Rating: G
Pairing: Gen-ish
Wordcount: 563 words
Notes: I have no idea what this is, but it seems to be pretty small, a little disjointed, and mostly about rain. Um. Happy Summer?

Dean comes awake with the soft click of the door closing behind Sam. His fingers curl lazily around the hilt of his knife even though he knows Sam immediately. The smell of fresh summer rain takes a little longer to filter through his muddled senses, though. He stretches his arms out under the pillow until the tips of his hands brush the top of the headboard.

“S’raining hard?” he slurs.

Sam looks up from where he’s shaking out the umbrella and buttoning it closed. His shoulders and knees are darker than the rest of him, patterned with water.

“Yeah,” he says, eyes focused on Dean keenly. “It’ll pass soon, though. Storm’s heading for the mountains.”

“Okay.” Dean burrows back into his warm covers, drawing them up to his shoulders and peering blurrily over the edge of them at Sam. He’s half asleep still, unhurried. His mouth tastes stale.

He closes his eyes and breathes out, doesn’t startle when Sam’s fingers suddenly card through his hair. The smell of rain is stronger now, and it reminds Dean of being a kid and lying on his belly with his face smashed against the front porch’s screen door so he could smell the water hitting the hot asphalt better. He doesn’t mind when Sam’s sleeve drips on his forehead.

“Go back to sleep,” Sam murmurs, voice soft and strangely tender, like he doesn’t think Dean can hear him. A callused thumb sweeps across Dean’s brow – wet, steady. “I’ll wake you when it’s time to go.”

Dean mumbles another “Okay” and lets himself drop off, the slow shiver of Sam’s fingers in his hair lulling and sweet.

-

He dreams of being ten, of dew gathering on the edge of a leaf in perfect, round drops. His stomach is wet from lying on the grass and there’s an ant crawling across the back of his right hand – Sammy is a heavy, welcome weight against his side.

“What’re you doin’?” Sammy whispers with all the curiosity of a six year old.

Dean plucks up a waterlogged dandelion and reaches over to hand it to Sam. Their fingers slip awkwardly together, slick with left over rain, but Sam looks like Dean’s given him the world.

“I’m just watchin’ is all,” Dean answers finally. “S’pretty.”

Sam nods and quickly lies down next to Dean, matching his pose even to the way Dean’s ankles are crossed together, left foot kicking up mud. His cheeks are pink and he won’t quit looking at the dandelion.

-

When Dean blinks his eyes open for the second time that morning, he finds Sam sitting up in bed next to him, a book balanced against his lap with one hand, the other still idly playing through Dean’s short hair. He doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe, but Sam feels the goosebumps break out down the back of Dean’s neck anyway and knows he’s awake.

“Road’s flooded,” he says quietly. “Can’t go anywhere till tonight.”

His index finger brushes the tip of Dean’s ear, and Dean abruptly realizes he’s got a hand curled around Sam’s knee. Sam doesn’t seem like he minds. His mouth and eyes are relaxed when Dean glances up; there's a smile slowly creeping from one flushed cheek to the other.

After taking a deep, calming breath, Dean says, “Yeah. Yeah, all right,” and settles down with his nose pressed to Sam’s jean pocket.

Comments

[22by7.livejournal.com]

it's monsoon here, finally.
being a kid and lying on his belly with his face smashed against the front porch’s screen door so he could smell the water hitting the hot asphalt better.
my mum says i used to do this, too.
oh Dean.

oh this is so lovely. mm.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

I did that with the screen door bit too - um, still do actually. *is five* :D

Anyway, thanks! I'm glad you liked it.

[schneestern.livejournal.com]

I love the atmosphere of this. It's been raining heavily this morning and now the air is all damp and still smells like it and the fic seems to capture this atmosphere for me.

I love this little look into their lives so much, Mel. It's like...it makes me happy that I know them, if that makes any sense.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*cuddles* I'm glad you like it, honey, especially since I'm pretty sure it's a flop. WOOPS, hahah. ♥

[leighm.livejournal.com]

This is beautiful. So real and vivid.

How sweet are they?

Thanks for sharing:)

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Aww, thank you for reading, hon. I'm so glad you liked it! :D

[innie_darling]

That's really beautiful.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much!

This was wonderful

[angels3.livejournal.com]

so poignant and sweet.

Re: This was wonderful

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D

[tabaqui]

Oh.
I love that.
I used to sit on my front steps and watch/lisen to/smell the rain.
Yes.
*happy sigh*

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

There's something really perfect about rain, isn't there? Mmm.

Anyway, I'm glad you liked it!

[girlguidejones.livejournal.com]

Lovely. It can be hard to show the intimacy between them w/o the sex. You did a great job of it. :)

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you so much!

[santacarlagypsy.livejournal.com]

Man, this is seriously gorgeous... ♥

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Aww, thank you! I'm glad you thought so. :D

[girlguidejones.livejournal.com]

Hi! Just letting you know we've recced this lovely interlude today over at crack_impala. Thanks for a gorgeous story!

:)

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Eee, thank you so much! *flail!*

[mystic-reader.livejournal.com]

**loves more than words can say**

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*smish* :D

[blazeorfade.livejournal.com]

Wonderful. Very quiet and soft, but still very much them.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much!

[roseganymede.livejournal.com]

so beautiful in just the right amount of words, in the perfect images. especially loved the dandelion dream...

i'm all warm, lazy smiles right now; thank you for that :)

[smirkalot-89.livejournal.com]

It is raining outside right now, and this fic captures the lazy/dream like state that storms bring. Ok, so I will stop rambling and let you know one facrt: This is a FREAKING awesome fic with great imagery.

[devilyouwere.livejournal.com]

*SQUEALS*

BWWWWEEEEEEE. *SMISHES FIC AND YOU MADLY* omg, I really want to say more, but I can't be anywhere near coherent when my mind is all "OMG, CUTE" on repeat.

he finds Sam sitting up in bed next to him, a book balanced against his lap with one hand, the other still idly playing through Dean’s short hair.

kjahfjkshfjas!!!

[rivers-bend.livejournal.com]

This is just beautiful. The easy intimacy, the little touches, nothing hurried or rushed. Rain often feels like it makes everything go faster, people hurrying to stay dry, drops of water speeding towards the earth... this perfectly captures the other side of rain. I'm not even saying what I mean. it's just lovely.

And Dean's nose pressed against Sam's jeans pocket gives me heart clench. The good kind.

[layne67.livejournal.com]

I like this very, very much. Their love shines through even when they're not actually doing much. Sam carding his fingers through Dean's hair, that interlude with the ant there - oh girl, I'm seriously melting here.

*loves*

[traffic-west.livejournal.com]

I think basically every one of your fics leaves me incoherent. Holy crap. This is possibly the sweetest thing I've ever read.

[cybel]

Beautiful. Love and trust and history. Brothers and maybe more. It's all good.

[too-rational.livejournal.com]

Awww. Lovely! ♥

[twasadark.livejournal.com]

Sweet little bit. I do wish the boys would touch more on the show....

Love how you've handled it here.

[lima-sierra.livejournal.com]

Such a lovely little snapshot of their lives, and a sweetness that makes me want to hug them both. I adore these quiet moments, where so much is unspoken but so much is being said. The love is tangible.