“I was born and raised to entertain other people. I’ve heard laughter and
applause and known a lot of sorrow. Everything about me is based on
show business - I think it will bring me happiness. I hope so.”
Doctor Who/Ripper Street Crossover ↳ Madame Vastra and her assistant, Jenny Flint, are contacted by an old friend of the girl: a match-girl who is desperately looking for other girls, who had once worked with Jenny when she too was trying to make ends meet by selling matches, who have apparently vanished into thin air.
Newly!Human!Cas who, for his entire existence, had only experienced rain as a nuisance. Water falling from the sky. Nothing special. It was merely weather.
Imagine Newly!Human!Cas being enthralled by the rolling clouds, the crashing thunder. Power in its purest form raging against the bunker, against the world.
He might be a little in love.
Newly!Human!Cas standing outside, soaked to the bone, arms outstretched, head thrown back, laughing because for the first time since he fell, enveloped in the storm, he feels like an angel again.
Dean, while at first worried about Cas catching a cold standing out in the rain, is floored by the total joy on Cas’ face. How beautiful he is, eyes filled with the blue that’s missing in the gray sky. So much so that he has to follow him out, pull him close in his arms, and kiss him breathless, no matter the consequences.
Newly!Human!Cas making a noise of surprise before melting into Dean’s arms, wrapped together by wind and water.