Knockin' On Heaven's Door

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

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

[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.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

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?"

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Well, he didn't know about that for absolute certain. Until now. Careful guessing usually gets him places.

"Hm?"

Dean looks up from his firework, oh-so nonchalant.

"Oh, uh...your boyfr- Sorry, I meant your friend with benefits. He said he was pretty damn happy that you two made up."

1/2

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Know what's nice about having darker skin? It's much harder for someone to spot the slight blush she's got going on.

Mainly though, that could be from annoyance, since she's now staring at him suspiciously yet again.

"What--how--I didn't even know you knew each other!"

2/2

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Her second instinct is too shoot down the word he oh so casually almost said, but...

She did use the word herself. She has to get used to it.

"Anyway, fine, whatever. So we 'made up'. What do you even care?"

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Dean gives her an incredulous look. "What, do you think you're the only one who knows people around here? It ain't that big a place.

"And I told you already," Dean continues smoothly, adjusting the fins on his rocket. "I think it's funny. You dish it out like there's no tomorrow, and at the end of the day you have a heart."

He smiles sweetly.

"Good on ya, Tin Man."

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

"Oh my god, I've had boyfriends before, you know! Some people just can't get enough of my biting wit."

Fume fume hatred fume.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"And how was I s'posed to know that? Oh wait- I wasn't. You ain't exactly forthcoming with information, sweetheart."

Now, isn't that the truth?

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

"Why should I be?" It's a fair question. Why should she volunteer details about her private life or her feelings or whatever the hell else? What good would that even do?

It's much easier--and more fun--to commentate on other people's lives.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"All right, fine," Dean throws his hands up, relinquishing hold on the conversation.

"You don't have to tell me anything. See if I tell you anything, then."

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

"You already told me the part I cared about, which was the angel-sex."

Seriously, Dean. Stay with her now.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"That's cute. It's like you think I'm only here so you can get your gossip-y kicks. Listen up, sweetheart."

Dean leans in, "Get your kicks somewhere else."

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

"Believe me, I get my kicks plenty of places. You're just one of many. Besides, why would I ever think that about you when this is the first time you ever came through?"

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"Then carry on, wayward...whatever."

Dean waves his hand dismissively, uncapping another beer and flicking the top somewhere into the dark.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

She glowers at him, not at all pleased with...pretty much anything that just happened in the past few minutes. She continues glaring for a long moment, then grabs the beer right out of his hand.

"Fine. Thanks for the super enjoyable evening."

Aaaand she's off! Back to the mansion she goes. He's probably got plenty of alcohol; he won't miss this one.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Dean frowns after her, momentarily upset about his beer.

Well.

He's got another. He pulls it out and wrenches the cap off, giving her a little mock salute before lighting another firework and settling back to watch it explode.