Knockin' On Heaven's Door

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Who: Dean Winchester and EVERYBODY
Where: Outside the mansion, between the orchards and the Checkerboard Hills
When: July 4; dusk finally sets in and the stars are coming out
Rating: PG to PG-13, for language
Summary: Dean decides that a little patriotism can't hurt in a place devoid of Americana.
The Story: There's a piercing whistle in the air, pitch lowering like a bomb about to drop.  A fizzling crackle, and then-

BOOM!

Red explodes across the night sky, and a figure next to a crate is staring up at it, laughing.  He pulls another set of Roman Candles from the bin and lights them with his Zippo, stepping back to watch the mortars burst into thousands of tiny stars.  The mansion certainly didn't disappoint with the fireworks. Dean Winchester has left his comm unit on, sitting next to his duffel bag, but doesn't appear to be paying any attention to it.

In fact, he's setting up another row of those Whistling Chandelier rockets, lighting the fuses and hurrying back to a slope to lean against it and enjoy a slice of Americana.

Apple pie, a few beers, and explosives.  The founding fathers would be proud.

 

 

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"Willy Wonka? The Gene Wilder one or the creepy new one?"

Assuming it's the creepy new one - who else would try to stab somebody? - Dean shrugs. He realizes that he hasn't seen Tim in person in a while, because the eye incident happened almost three months ago.

"Somebody who didn't like me caught me off-guard. Couple rounds of torture later, I'm a friggin' pirate."

He holds up his left hand, too, displaying the stump of a pinky finger.

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"The creepy child molesty looking one." He arches an eyebrow at Dean and flips some of the hot dogs over, checking for grill marks. You know what else is great in Alabama? Barbeque. "You got tortured too? Man, we attract some real winners. If you want I'll trade you my gimpy leg so you can complete the ensemble."

Little does he know they were even tortured by the same person. They have the greatest luck.

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"I think I'll be okay without the leg, thanks," Dean chuckles, leaning back on his elbows and looking up at the sky.

The narration is pretty sure that they've never talked about relationships. Let's do that.

"How d'you know Santana?"

Dean figures that everybody knows everybody (mostly), but this is the first he's heard of someone else being familiar with her.

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"How does anyone not know Santana? She's kinda.. obvious." You know, if you have eyes and appreciate that kind of thing. Which Tim does. A lot.

"Actually...." Hey, now that he can actually say this, it feels pretty good. "We were just sleeping together, then she dumped my ass, and now we're back. So.. It's been a good Fourth of July weekend."

It would be awesome and innuendo filled if the hot dogs were ready now, but alas, the grill will not allow it.

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Good point, sir. A very good point. She's hard to not notice.

This new information Dean has acquired, though, is very interesting. So Tim was the one Santana was sleeping with all this time, after bitching about not getting more sex. The only guy she fooled around with, despite making passes at plenty of others.

And now they're...

...well, the way Tim makes it sound, it seems like they're monogamous.

Oh, this is rich.

"You two goin' steady?" Dean grins, cracking another beer open and offering one to Tim.

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Enjoy this eyeroll Dean. "Do I look fourteen to you?"

But he'll take the beer gratefully.

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"Dude, I can't tell people's ages anymore here. You weren't wrong when you said she's obvious, though, she..." Dean shakes his head, chuckling. "She gets around, all right."

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If you're trying to shock him with tales of Santana's cheating ways, it's not gonna work. In fact Tim doesn't much care.

"It's hard to ignore someone who looks like that. Especially in a skirt." He grins and drinks his beer. Oh hey, hot dogs are ready and Tim even remembered buns! He's so proud of himself.

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Honestly? The chuckling and comment were more about reminiscing on those times when Dean had faced a moral dilemma and a really nice pair of breasts, and said no. He doubts that Tim cares much about Santana's age, either, but hey - to each his own.

"Why'd she break up with you, anyway?"

Now this, he's actually interested in.

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"Because I'm a jerk." He shrugs and hands a hot dog to Dean. He should have brought a chair for this, but he can only carry so much. He settles down on the grass and concentrates on eating.

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Dean shrugs in agreement. It's reasonable, because he knows he's upset Santana more than once. She's pretty sensitive for someone who spits out insults like a lucky slot machine spits out nickels.

He accepts his hotdog and consumes it hungrily, because he already finished the pie he brought.

"Kinda impressed," Dean mumbles. "She sure acts like she holds grudges."

He would know, he's been on the receiving end.

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"Oh, don't think I'm off the hook. She has an eight page list of shit for me to do to make it up to her."

He hears that mumbly dissaproval. "Sounds like you got on her bad side. What'd you do?"

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"No matter what conversation I have - no matter how many friggin' times she gets away with bein' a bitch to me - if I try to get a word in edgewise that she doesn't like, she either calls me a dick and storms away, or turns on the waterworks."

Dean huffs, licking his fingers and lamenting the lack of hotdog.

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"She's a girl, they're all about being bitches to us guys. That's life bro." Enjoy that life lesson from a guy who's six years younger than you. "She's probably still pissed you made her go on that double date thing with some gay angel and she didn't get to play with him."

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"It's been months, you think she'd get over it already."

Dean rolls his eyes. He knows women, sure, but high schoolers are a different breed. They're a lot more petty, that's for certain.

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"She's in high school, give her like five years. I think that's about how long it'll take her to forgive you for looking at her funny. Unless you actually did something. And then maybe 10 years."

Tim grins, but he's not really joking. He lights another firework and sends it off into the sky.

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Dean grimaces.

"I'd avoid her, but she's like the Spanish Inquisition. Pops up when you don't expect her."

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"Well that's good from my viewpoint. She can pop up whenever she wants."

Smirky smirk smirk.

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"Knock yourself out, man."

More booze? Yes, more booze. It is really necessary right now.

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"That's the current plan."

Have another beer Dean. That's how bonding works right?

"So what's new and exciting in Dean-ville?"

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Bonding with beer is like magic. Magical booze.

"Same old, same old, actually," Dean replies, surprised by his own answer. It feels strange to have a routine in one place. "Wish there were a few more monsters around here to gank, but the only weird thing I've seen in a while is that little masked dude."

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Just make him choke on his beer Dean.

"I keep forgetting you hunt monsters for a living." He shakes his head. "That is so weird. And he's not really little."

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It's not really weird if it's what you grew up with, Tim.

"You've seen 'im around?"

Oh, sudden interest.

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"Actually.. No I haven't."

Total honesty here bro.

"Why? Did he try and stab you too?"

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"Nah, he just kinda...sat there. It was a few days after I lost-" he gestures to his eye-patch. "I kinda decked out a living room like a pirate ship and I, uh."

Dean chuckles. "I told him a pirate story."