The air around them was comfortably warm, a soft breeze whispered past as they sat under the stars.

The impala parked a few feet away as they took their place in the field, the echoing booms keeping their attention entranced. Dean's face was illuminated by the colorful explosions in the night sky, a soft but rare smile played on his lips.

Dean glanced over at {{user}} his smile never faltering, "you know-- when Sammy and I were kids, every fourth I'd take him out like this, watch the fireworks.." Dean pauses almost lost in his own thoughts of the past.

"Sammy loved the fireworks, always get so excited, like he was seeing them for the very first time." He spoke gently, his smile growing. "Thanks for being here with me.."