Characters: Alona Forester, Dean Winchester
Summary: Everyone has secrets, but what could Alona be hiding that would cause her to sit alone on top of a jungle gym during a thunderstorm?
It was pouring down rain and Alona sat at the very top of a metal jungle gym. Her baseball cap was turned backwards so the rain hit her face as she tilted it toward the sky. Lightning flashed across the sky and Alona began counting. When she reached six, she heard the thunder rumble.
“Alona!” someone bellowed from below. Alona gave a start and looked down to see Dean glaring up at her. She hadn’t heard him arrive over the sound of the storm.
“Hi, Dean,” Alona called to him. The sky lit up with lightning again. Alona counted under her breath, “One, two, three – “
“The hell are you doing, Alona?” Dean shouted.
“Shut up, I’m counting!” Alona snapped back, and thunder crashed again. She smiled. “Storm’s five miles away.”
Dean stared at her, blinking water out of his eyes. “Alona, come on, this is insane. You’re on top of a ten-foot tower of metal.” Alona ignored him. “During a thunderstorm,” Dean added to clarify.
Alona rolled her eyes, and pulled the hood of her sweatshirt up over her head, and still said nothing. Dean paced in agitation. “You do realize if lightning strikes here, it’s gonna hit you?”
She sighed. “I know,” she said, finally looking down at Dean. “Calm down, Dean. I’ll get down if the storm gets too close.”
“All right.” Dean began climbing up the bars of the jungle gym. “I’ll wait with you.”
“Dean…” Alona rolled her eyes as Dean reached the top and sat on the bar next to her. “Come on, go back to the motel, it’s thunderstorming.”
“Nope.” Dean grinned at her. “If you’re gonna risk your life, then I’ll risk mine with you.” Alona smiled back slightly and pulled the hood of her sweatshirt back down. Dean looked up at the sky, rain running down his face. “How can you sit out here when it’s raining so hard?”
Alona looked down. “It’s my mom’s birthday. She loved the rain.” Alona swallowed hard, nodding. “We lived in really dry area when I was a kid, it didn’t rain much. So a storm like this, it was really something special, you know?”
“I’m sorry.” Dean shifted uncomfortably. “She – she died, then?”
Alona let out a breath of air, not looking at Dean. “Yeah.” She fidgeted, turning her baseball cap around and pulling it down over her eyes. She sighed and turned it backwards again. “She was murdered, actually. By my – “ Her voice broke and she glared at the ground. “Father,” she finished, her voice choked. “If you could even call him that.” Her hand was clenched around the metal of the monkey bars, her knuckles white.
Dean shifted slightly, moving closer to her. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t wanna talk about it anymore, okay?” Alona snarled, still glaring downwards.
Dean nodded, pulling away from Alona. “Okay.” They were silent for a few moments, listening to the rain. Suddenly Alona lifted her head. “Dean?”
“Yeah,” Dean said, looking at Alona. She appeared as if she might cry. Lightning flickered across the sky and Alona leaned forward and kissed Dean. He brought a hand up to her cheek, returning her kiss. Alona started to move her hand to the back of Dean’s neck, but slipped on the slick metal of the jungle gym and nearly fell.
“Whoa,” Dean said, catching her on the upper arms. “Are you all right?”
Alona shook her head, laughing. “I’m fine.” She beamed up at him, all traces of sadness gone from her face.
“What are you grinning about?” Dean asked, bemused.
“The storm’s seven miles away,” Alona answered. “Wanna go back now?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Now you want to get out of the storm.” Smiling slightly, he held his hand out to her. Alona ignored it and swung down from the monkey bars herself, dropping to the ground. “You are so stubborn,” Dean said to her.Alona crinkled her nose, grinning. “I know.”