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They don’t make it to the car in time. The rain comes on hard and fast, and within seconds, the pair of them are soaked through. Dean’s laughing, because he’s crazy, and Sam’s got his arms over his head as if it’ll do him any good, but- but okay, maybe he’s smiling a little, too. Maybe just because of Dean.

The rush becomes less important now that they’re already wet. Both of them had hung around late after school, and apparently, they’re being punished for it. Sam decides he doesn’t mind too much, though. The clouds have been threatening to unleash a storm upon them all day, and now that it’s finally here- well, it doesn’t seem so bad. Even if his underwear are soaked.

“Hey. Sammy- hey. C’mere.” And Dean seems to be having the time of his life. Rain pounding down overhead, he’s got a big grin on his face, and when Sam looks his way, Dean’s reaching out and grabbing his hand. Sam finds himself tugged closer, stumbling right into his brother’s chest, and then- then their lips meet, messy and careless and tinged with laughter. Sam fists his hands in his brother’s shirt and smiles into the kiss, feeling like everything is good. Really, really good.

“Gonna need a shower,” Dean mumbles against his lips. “Wanna go home?”

Sam hums and doesn’t pull away, because past the soaked clothes, Dean’s warm to the touch. He’s always warm. “You sure you’ll let me in the car like this?”

Dean seems to consider that for a moment, then grins. “Maybe. But only ‘cause you’re cute.”

That gets Sam laughing, and they head to the car hand-in-hand. The rain’s not so bad, he decides. Not bad at all.

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