Set early series. Probably season two.

Also, I own nothing of the boys, but if I did, I'm sure I'd want to do some bad things with them. As it is, I only play in Kripke's and Gamble's sandbox.


"You know, I could get used to jobs like this," Dean said, stretching out on a sunny rock, over shirt serving as an impromptu pillow. The early morning sun thankfully wasn't very hot, and Dean swatted a mosquito with an easy grace.

Sam couldn't help the smile that fleetingly crossed his face. Not finding the words to express himself other than, "Yeah," he just sat a little straighter on a nearby rock. It was easy to forget why they had needed to stay in the park last night, used shovels sitting off to the side of where they currently sat.

Sam was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't even hear his brother's soft, "Don't move," or hear the click of the cell phone camera. However, the vibrant bird on his knee did, and startled Sam when it flew right past his nose in its haste to get away. There was another click of the camera and Dean was laughing in a way he hadn't in weeks, maybe even months. "Channeling your inner Snow White there, Francis?"

Sam still looked puzzled, so Dean sat up, showing the picture of the bird perched on his little brother's knee, looking up at him as if in contemplation. The younger just snorted and shook his head, leaning forward to put his forearms on knees, and stare at the beauty before them. It really was a sight, one he was almost sad to see go. It wasn't like they saw such beauty every day, given their usual accommodations and places of work.

Sadly, they had other work to do. Last night was simply meant to be a quick salt and burn. "Who the hell buries someone in a park anyway," Dean says, unconsciously voicing Sam's thoughts. "Stupid, dirty," he launches into a tirade of curses that would make a sailor blush. Dean frowned when he heard Sam chuckling from his perch, damn near giggling. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, Dean. Park should be opening back up any minute now." Dean watched as Sam stood and stretched, stifling a yawn behind a fist. After his back finished cracking from the inactivity, he spoke."So are we going to climb up out of here, or wait for a ranger to come by?" He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the cliff face that he'd had his back to.

"Shut up and climb Sasquatch, or Bobby's getting that picture."

Sam's soft laughter echoing off the cliffs was Dean's only reply.