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

[kch-kch.livejournal.com]

He swallows, trying to be more polite. "Thank you for showing me all this! The New World must be even more amazing by your time for it to have wonders like these!"

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Whoa, hello there, excitable man. Dean leans back with an incredulous expression. He's so used to "the future", as it were, that when people are interested it just seems...kind of hilarious.

"No prob. I mean, this is kinda just crappy diner food, but it's pretty damn good. Can't cook too much myself, but, uh...Spanish food is good, right?"

Is it different from Mexican food? He actually does not know. Dean is not a world-traveler.

[kch-kch.livejournal.com]

"Uh...I suppose?" In all honesty Miguel's always been so poor that what he's eaten probably didn't count as Spanish cuisine, but being excitable as he is it doesn't truly matter. He just likes to eat. And drink. "...You wouldn't happen to have any wine in there, would you?