Warnings: They/them as singular gender-neutral pronouns, reader peril
You’re still throwing dirt on to smother the fire when the first few raindrops hit. They’re followed by a large grouping, and before you know it, it’s utterly pouring and thunder is crashing more frequently because Mother Nature is a big damn drama queen. You curse to yourself as you keep filling in the grave, and once it’s covered you decide to let the rain do the rest. You grab your lamp, and hold your coat over your shoulders and head as a makeshift canopy, trying to use the light to get back to the car.
It’s kind of pitiful, really, and the lightning actually does more for your visibility than your little lantern can in weather like this, with the rain pouring down and wind starting to pick up. Water hits your face like little pinpricks and you wince against it. Great idea– being cold, wet, and sinking into mud while also being utterly blind. The ghost is probably gone but it wasn’t making that much trouble to begin with. You just needed to get away from anywhere Cas might be able to find you, which means that you don’t get to have your nice warm bed and side drawer full of snacks. What were you thinking? Cas is still probably knocking around Heaven and not thinking about you. Maybe complaining to his angel friends about dumb humans letting dumb demons hit on them. Maybe making other types of conversations with prettier, smarter angels who he can…