"Sitting on the hood of the Impala, beer held loosely in his hand and music in his ears, he feels more alone at this moment than he’s felt in a long time. The drifting music makes him think of a 4th from a long time ago, back when he and Dean were just kids. He remembers their fireworks, revelling in the glee of disobeying Dad, the pure joy of feeling like a normal kid, if only for a while, because of his brother. He remembers how happy and grateful he was to have Dean. How their Dad would have flayed Dean if he found out they’d done it, and how Dean wouldn’t even have minded."(read the full ficlet by dicksoclock here)
Happy 4th of July!