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entrancelogs2011-07-04 01:10 pm
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Knockin' On Heaven's Door
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-
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.
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.
NINE DAYS LATER XANXUS AWAKES FROM HIS COMA AND REALIZES HE WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING
"For who? Morons who whined too much about taxes until England got fucking sick of it? Tch."
Not Italians in the Italian mafia. He glares at that pie and glares at you, giving a 'exactly how dumb are you' narrow of the eyes.
"Well aren't you a mindless piece of trash? Quit the explosions. They're fucking annoying."
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Dean doesn't appear to take the hint, because Hell if he's going to quit blowing things up on the day when explosions are actually allowed. Oscar the Grouch over here can just suck it up and get some shut-eye later. With a sourpuss face like that, he probably needs all the beauty sleep he can get.
Licking his spoon clean and mourning the lack of pie - he ate an entire half, and man, it was good - Dean tilts his head to one side and regards the Italian carefully.
"Tell you what, Mario. Stop bein' such a dick and I'll tone the patriotism down. Just 'cause you've got your panties in a wad doesn't mean you gotta ruin the night for everybody else."
Because Dean isn't the only person out here enjoying the fireworks.