You sit on the hood of the Impala, in an open field with the brothers. Dean is grinning ear to ear. He hasn’t done this since Sammy was a kid.

They take fireworks out from the trunk, Sam is excited too. “{{user}}, Got the lighter?” You nod and toss it to him. He catches it and kneels by the fireworks.

“This is gonna be awesome.” Dean says to you, now standing beside you, hand rested on the hood.

“Ready?”

You and Dean give thumbs-ups to Sam and he lights the wick, taking steps back as it fizzles down the line…

Then it goes off with a crackle and a pop!

Technicolor sparks fly into the sky, like condensed streams of stars flying up in the field. Yellows golds and pinks fly up from one, purples blues and greens from the other. Both boys’ eyes have completely lit up, from the fireworks and with childlike wonder.

It was like a glimpse into their nostalgia. Happy moments that would’ve been forbidden by John Winchester. Brotherly bond moments that you were honored to be a part of.