This suggestion again comes from KyatsRani asking for "something fluffy and domestic with the Winchesters in the bunker, early season 9, so Kevin's still there with them, and maybe Charlie can come and visit".

Sometime around season 8 or 9. One hot Fourth of July evening, Sam realizes he has everything he's ever wanted.

Chapter 4- The Odd Uneven Time

It was a beautiful night.

Mid-summer sunset blooming on the tree-speckled horizon, the pasty heat settling on the skin as the ground cooled and the air began to shutter with the songs of restless crickets, the screams of cicadas echoing through the night.

I felt inexplicably warm. Not just from the caniculan swelter, but from deep within my chest, a warmth that bubbled up my throat and pulled my mouth into a smile, made my fingertips tingle.

Sat cross-legged on a worn blanket spread across the grass, a sweating beer bottle grasped in my hand, I just watched, so overcome with that warmth that I all I wanted to do was sir back and take it all in.

Dean was smiling, laughing. His eyes creased with the widest grin as he propped himself up upon an elbow on the blanket beside me, chuckling as Charlie attempted to throw grapes into his open mouth, missing every time. Empty plates and dirty napkins littered the dewy ground, left over from a hearty dinner of grilled burgers and hot dogs, all courtesy of Dean.

Kevin leant against a travel-weary cooler, twirling a long piece of grass between his fingers, eyes bouncing back and forth as the grapes flew through the air, occasionally picking up a piece of ammunition that missed it's target and rolled his way, popping it into his mouth.

The joyous sounds of laughter hung upon the chaste breezes, danced along the purpled outlines of gauzy clouds, stark against the wavering golden glow blossoming from the bloodied sun balancing upon the horizon. Fireflies blinked like Christmas-lights against the dark sillouet of the bunker, windows alight with the flush of old, yellowed light bulbs. The voices soon broke out in song, held together by broken harmonies and the cracked tones of alcohol-burned throats. The three swayed along to the warbling melody, holding their beer bottles aloft like flaming lighters. I couldn't help but sway along as well, the words of the song soon finding their way onto my lips.

As the sky smoldered into a deep cerulean blue, the stars twinkled into existence, a sparkling spray of light interlaced with the stunning sight of the milky way. I hadn't seen it in a long time. The heavy light and smoggy skies from the raucous and bustling cities always blocked it out. Out here in the countryside, the sky was aglow with the drifting clouds of distant stardust, a sea of color in the clear black sky.

My eyes fell back upon the intoxicated group, their song loosing structure as their voices slowly died down into quiet mumbles punctuated by drunken snickers. My cheeks almost hurt from smiling. It felt like decades since I had done it. My beer was warm, only half-empty, propped against my thigh, almost forgotten. The food sat warmly in my stomach, unlike the greasy and unfulfilling diner food that we had been living on for so long, along with the stress and tension that made for unsettled stomachs and long sleepless nights. I glanced back at the bunker once again, silently thanking any god that might be left that we had finally been given a stable roof to live under, a place to sleep each night, a place to protect us, somewhere to go back to after long and taxing hunts. A home.

In turning back around, my gaze caught on Cas, sitting hunched over to the side, a beer bottle clutched loosely between his fingers. He was watching as well, eyes locked on Dean, Charlie, and Kevin as they gleefully clinked their bottles together and each took large swigs in the growing darkness as the moon shone bright in the sky like a glaring car headlight. I watched as an amorous smile formed on his face, fingers absentmindedly picking at the bottle's peeling label, eyes bright.

Almost aware of my stare, he turned to me, a knowing look on his face as his smile widened minutely. I'd never seen the expression on his face before. But I knew what it was. It was the same expression I wore, the same feeling Dean bore in the lilt of his shoulders as he dropped his gear in the entrance of the bunker and ran off to the shower with an appeased sigh. The same sentiment we had every time we lay in bed at night, our own beds in our own rooms in our own home, free of dirt and grime and water stains and most of all, monsters. Relief.

A soft laugh broke from my mouth just as the world exploded with color. Cheers pierced the air, overpowered by the ear-rattling crack that echoed across Plains. I blinked the residual blur of blue from my eyes, opening them to see another burst of gold in the distance. The fireworks shot into the sky, rockets of glittering blue and red and gold, erupting into flowers of flame that drifted like dandelion seeds through the air. Dean and the others were screaming and pumping their fists in the air in like wild monkeys. Another laugh bubbled up from my chest, and I couldn't hold it back. Soon I was cheering along as well, watching as their jubilant faces were lit up by the bright flashes, listening to their joyous cackling as the show went on.

Again, I looked up to the stars, internally calling out to any being that could hear me, and in the midst of the storm of sound and light, I closed my eyes and prayed eternal gratefulness for being graced with a family I never had but always wanted.

I hope this is fluffy enough for you! I just have been listening to Kesha's new album for three days straight, so I was in a really good mood. I don't know how this ended up being set on the Fouth of July, considering it was over a month ago and I didn't even celebrate it. It just seemed to fit.

Sorry about the long wait. I honestly completely forgot about this. School just started and I haven't watched Supernatural in so long that I kind of forgot it existed. . .

Also, I realized that pretty much every single one-shot I've written for this is in Sam's perspective. Didn't realize I was that much of a Sam girl. But seriously, I have about 12 chapters outlined and started on and all of them are in Sam's POV except for one. It just naturally occurred that way. I didn't even plan it out like that.

Anyways, reviews make me very happy, very much like Kesha's Boogie Feet makes me want to dance my ass off, so make sure to tell me what you thought of this chapter, and if you have any ideas for new chapters, makes sure to check the rules for submissions on the first chapter and send in whatever you come up with!