I was watching fireworks with my family last night and this idea just popped into my head. If you like it, you might also like "Just Like Old Times." It's pretty similar, just a different situation. Happy Independence Day!
Disclaimer: While I do derive pleasure from torturing the boys, I am not Kripke, and therefore do not own them. That made way more sense in my head.
Sparkler Wars
Sam shook his head as he gazed at the glaring laptop screen. Nothing. He'd been searching for months and nothing had come up. He was starting to think that Dean was a lost cause, that he couldn't be saved, that it was hopeless.
That wasn't the worst part, though. The worst part was that Dean didn't seem to care. He was totally at peace with the fact that he only had a year to live and was destined to spend eternity in the fires of Hell.
Sam was having a problem with that and had voiced his opinion earlier that day, which had started a heated debate, which had led to Dean storming out of the room. The younger brother knew that things couldn't go on like that, that he couldn't let his brother die on those terms. It was just so damn hard to try and save someone who didn't want saving!
The door to the room crashed suddenly open and Dean strode in with an evil grin plastered across his face. "Got a surprise for ya, Sammy. Come with me."
"Will I be coming back?" Sam asked as his brother grabbed him and pulled him roughly to his feet.
Dean didn't answer, just winked and dragged his brother out to the car. He pulled the door open and shoved Sam into the passenger seat before walking around the front of the car and sliding in behind the wheel.
"Where we going?" Sammy asked, eyeing his brother with mistrust.
"You'll see," Dean grinned as he started the car and pulled away from the motel.
They drove in silence for what seemed like hours, but in reality couldn't have been more than a few minutes. Finally, Dean pulled into an old dirt lot and cut the engine. He turned to Sam, that wicked grin back on his face. "Get out."
"Dean?"
"Now."
Sam pushed the door open and climbed out of the car, his eyes never leaving his brother as Dean slammed his door and moved to the trunk. "What are you doing?"
"Something I've always wanted to," Dean replied icily.
"Think about this," Sam cautioned, trying to figure out if he could outrun his brother, "is this really what you want?"
"Oh," Dean nodded, "it is. The way I figure it, I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't." He slammed the trunk shut and set a small, slender cardboard box and a lighter on top of it.
"What are those?"
"You'll see."
"Dean, please-"
The older man smirked and opened up the box, pulling out a long wire. He picked up his lighter and flicked it open, watching the flames dance for a moment before lighting the wire, which began to spark and hiss. Still smiling, Dean tossed it to his brother.
"Dude," Sam exclaimed, reaching out and catching the wire before it could hit him, "what the hell? Did you just throw a lit sparkler at me?"
Dean lit another one and held it out toward his brother. "En garde," he challenged.
"Dean?"
"Come on, man," Dean whined, "don't tell me you forgot. We were raised in the age of Star Wars. We used to reenact all of the best scenes."
"This is what you wanted to do? You kidnapped me, drove me out into the middle of nowhere, scared me half to death, and threw a lit firework at me so that we could have a sparkler war?"
"Pretty much," Dean shrugged, "so, what do you say?"
Sam rolled his eyes, but held his sparkler out in front of him. "Bring it on."