I looked at the sky and it looked like it was going to rain. The clouds were heavy and gray, rolling across the sky like a slow-moving wave. The air was thick and damp, carrying that distinct smell of an approaching storm. I had seen the weather forecast earlier today and had made a mental note to take an umbrella with me. I had forgotten to take that umbrella with me. It was sitting on the hook by my front door, useless and forgotten.
I think it was a reflex because Kastiel would always pick me up from therapy. Every session, without fail, he would be there waiting for me. I had gotten so used to it that my brain had stopped reminding me to prepare for the walk home. Speaking of Kastiel. What was he doing here? We had a fight. Why was he here? Why would he still come to pick me up after my therapy? My heart did a strange little flip in my chest.
