Free Fall

Title Free Fall
Rating PG-13
Fandoms Angel, Supernatural

Fall had always been Lindsey's favorite time of year, the last of the summer's heat fading into crisp frosts. Yeah, so maybe his cries of childhood poverty had been an over-exaggeration, but not by much. He remembered the times when there had been no heating in the house and the entire family had crowded together in one room – in one bed more often than not – just to keep warm in the wintertime. But fall, that was different. He could be alone, he could do what he wanted, he could be himself without worrying that his sister would catch cold, or that his mom's cough would get worse and they'd have to find some quack doctor who'd maybe help her without insurance.

Fall was the one time when things went well.

The scents came back to him in a rush. Bonfires on abandoned properties, apples stolen from the neighbouring farm's orchard, whiskey and moonshine...

And worn leather.

It was just sense memory, he knew that, but as soon as the kid walked into the bar he took Lindsey back to the good times.

The scent of smoke, whiskey and leather drove him to approach the kid; and what felt like mere moments later he was breathing those scents in deeply and drowning in them. The kid – Dean he'd called himself – wasn't complaining though. His hands were on Lindsey's back, pulling him close, breathing him in, and his lips... so soft to look at but so insistent against his own.

The taste was even more intoxicating and every peaceful moment of Lindsey's life came flooding back to him instantly, washing away all the negatives in one perfect moment.

Yeah, fall was still his favorite time of year.