Hi! I'm back after a vacation from the drabbles. I don't even know if you can call this one as it's almost 150 words. I wanted to post it before the holiday because I have plans with family. I hope you enjoy this story and the holiday!
The Fields of Heaven
Dean woke to black sky sparkling with red, silver, blue. He smelled gunpowder, saw smoke ghosting over the Impala's hood.
In the distance was Sam, dispatching a bundle of fireworks.
In March.
Bewildered, Dean got out of the car, tilting his head upwards as rockets soared overhead. "There some holiday we forgot?"
"Y'know what the best part about Indiana is?" Sam asked, lighting more in his bare hand. "Illegal fireworks." He answered over the whirring spinning of Crazy Jacks.
"You don't need Heaven to relive memories, Dean." Sam confessed and tossed Dean his zippo.
Dean grabbed the biggest one. It exploded in a hurricane of noise, flame and kaleidoscoping sparks. Sam wasn't dancing in with youthful glee, but gignantic, strong, stupidly independent—and grinning with dimples at the bombs bursting above. Dean wasn't certain of much, but he knew Heaven wasn't in the sky.
It was in a muddy cornfield in Indiana.