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You sat in the motel room with Sam while Dean went to interview the witnesses. It was overcast and you thought the rain had finally arrived. You sat in front of the window, watching the raindrops running against the glass. Sam sat across from you at the small table while reading.
“What do you think of rain?” You randomly asked him.
“What?” Sam closed his book.
“Rain. What do you think of it?”
“It's relaxing. I like the sound of it.”
You nodded at his words. You enjoyed the sound of the rain against the glass as it fell.
“C'mon,” Sam stood up.
You took the hand he offered you. The two of you walked out into the rain. Sam laughed and looked up. The two of you stood in the rain, watching it come down on you.