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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[pricesandvaules.livejournal.com]

He takes the glass and sips, letting the liquor sit on his tongue a moment before swallowing, and cocks an eyebrow or the hairless carapace equivalent thereof at Dean.

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Dean's grin widens.

"I break out the good stuff now and again. You had anything like that before?"

He pours himself a glass, taking a satisfying sip. Dean doesn't care what the whiskey reviewers say - JW Blue Label is always better than Gold Label.

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He shakes his head and shifts the glass to his other hand as he begins to circle Dean's fireworks cache. He wants to take his time with that whiskey--that's his stamp of approval.

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"Fourth of July. We also call it Independence Day."

Dean leans forward, nudging the pile of explosives with his toe.

"A buncha colonists in my country didn't like taxes under the King, so they fought a war. Won independence. Pie all around."

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Another careful sip from the glass.

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"Nah, that was different. Around the same time, though, I think."

Dean muses over his own country's history for a moment, suddenly wishing that he'd actually paid attention in high school.

"...I guess my country just hates taxes and crap."

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"...they did, didn't they?"

Dean smiles proudly, eyeing the remains of his apple pie with some fondness.

"Kicked the King's ass back to the limey country he came from."

[pricesandvaules.livejournal.com]

Beating a royal invasion sounds like some pretty epic shit. Tell him of your strange Earth-history, Dean.

Dean should just show him the "It's Too Late to Apologize" video.

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Prepare for some history that would make a historian cringe. The narration, for one, is enjoying the explanation immensely.

"A bad-ass name George Washington. He was tall and had wooden teeth 'cause dentists were shit back then. It was like...a couple hundred years ago. 1776."

Dean remembers that much. He tries to recall a little more.

"Basically, England - that's the country that ruled us - was a major douchebag, and all the smart dudes from the settled colonies came together and wrote a big 'screw you' letter to the king. There was a war, lasted a few years."

Aha!

"We won 'cause George Washington and his troops crossed a freezing river in the middle of the night on a friggin' holiday - the Brits didn't know what hit 'em since they weren't expecting it."

Oh god CONFUSE HIM MORE.

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That is horrible and sneaky and underhanded and...yep, Droog's nodding. Approvingly.
Also drinking more of that whiskey.

ALWAYS.

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"And we kicked their asses back to England."

Dean looks very proud of himself. He also pours another glass of whiskey and indulges. Mmm, whiskey.

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Independence, hell yeah.



Or rather, less chances that your deposed monarch will join forces with some teenagers and depose you right back.

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"You sound like you're talkin' from experience."

Dean can read people. Even bug-people. Droog's lineface is getting easier to decode the longer they hang out.

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He finishes off his glass.

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Oh.

Awkward.

"...what happened?"

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"...you weren't always a mobster, were you?"

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He shakes his head.