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.

 

 

Comments

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Oh. So she isn't actually making fun of him for once. Wow. That's...refreshing. Except for the whole "gay" part. That bit is beginning to wear thin.

"...You ever get tired of slapping labels on things?"

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

"You ever tire of taking that so seriously? I do it because it bugs you."

God knows she's not into labels as a rule. Except for the stuff she shoplifts.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"...Shut up."

Dean is the most concerned and self-conscious about labels, because it's how he grew up.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

She shakes her head at him.

"Cheer up; you're the one having spectacular angel-sex. Embrace it!"

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"I think I'd embrace it better if you weren't always mocking me."

Despite the annoyed statement, he is smiling. There's always that.

And he'll eventually find out about Santana and Tim and their diabetes-inducing relationship.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Shut up shut up shut up it is not that sweet and adorable!

...Anyway.

"So basically never, huh?" Because let's face it, easy targets are the most fun. And he's barely bothered by anything else, so this is where she has to get her kicks.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Yes it is. It totally, totally is. Sweeter and more adorable than when Dean sleepily snuggled with Castiel's wings, which was pretty damn adorable.

"Ha ha," Dean mutters, folding his arms across his chest. "Why don't we talk about your sex life, then. Is it thrilling?"

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Nothing is more adorable than wing cuddling.

"Uh." She thinks fast for something that won't make her sound like she's in the same boat as him. "I had a lot of fun with the mirror who knocked you out of the chess game."

That should do it.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Hesitation. That's good, it means she's scrambling for something and trying to avoid talking about one thing in particular. Dean smirks.

"Uh-huh. Anything since then?"

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

"You seriously don't care about the hot sex I had with a girl? You really are gayer than I thought..."

Seriously, how rude. She finally gets her ladykisses on and nothing.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"Sweetheart, that bitch kicked me in the nuts. I don't give a rat's ass about anything you did with her."

TELL IT LIKE IT IS, DEAN.

"Besides, I wanna hear about Tim."

1/2

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

"What, so if it was any other girl, you'd be all heterosexual-ears?" What a wimp.

2/2

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Wait.

Cue the suspicion.

"...What."

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Oooooh, that shut you up, didn't it?

"Didn't he save your ass from Crazy Willy Wonka?"

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

The suspicion is still strong with this one.

"Mostly, yeah," she says, because it's the truth. And thanks for reminding her of such a traumatic experience, Dean. Now she will never sleep again.

As if.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"Didn't know you guys were that close."

Oh, the things you learn.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

"To be saved from having my blood cooked into cookies or something? Wow, that's super kind of you."

No, really. She's a little hurt at the implication that one would only save her life if they were sleeping with her.

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Dean suspects they're a little closer than just random saving from crazy people. But fine. Whatever.

Way to tell people what's up with your life, Santana.

"...would you rather we changed the topic back to mocking me? 'Cause if that's how it's gonna be, I'm just gonna move and not give you any more sparklers."

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Ignoring that, Santana's just going to turn into a mobster or something by getting all up in Dean's space, poking him sharply in the chest, and hissing,

"What exactly do you know??"

Because that's not a weird way to react to questioning at all.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Oooo, intimidating.

Dean just grins.

Forever.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

That is the most annoying grin ever to exist.

"Oh, now you're not gonna say anything? Now you're a big secret keeper?"

God, she wants to smack him.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"It's so cute that you're getting riled up about things I haven't even said."

Actions speak louder than words, Santana.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

"I'm seriously considering copying that chess move right now." As she is clawing his eyes out with her mind. You can tell, right? "I'm leaving. I hope you lose another finger out here."

That bit of sweetness said, she whirls around to stomp off. She hates you, Dean.

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Dean examines his next firework, scratching at the label on the side and speaking loudly.

"I just think it's funny that you keep advocating a love 'em and leave 'em philosophy, and you liked someone enough to make up with them."

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

She freezes mid-step. That...that's skirting awfully close to knowing too much.

She turns back around, expression carefully kept blank.

"How do you even know about that?"