August 22nd

Sam woke up in the back seat of the Impala, twisted around to fit the never-going-to-be-big-enough-again space. The sky was dark and the car was empty and he pushed himself into the coolness outside.

They were parked at some sort of scenic overlook. Cas stood at the very edge of the overlook, head tilted to the side, looking into the reds, oranges, and pinks that painted the clouds that blanketed the sun.

Dean was sitting on the hood of the car, apparently watching Cas watch the - what?

"Is it sunrise or sunset?" Sam asked over a yawn as he took a seat next to Dean on the hood.

"Sunrise, Sleeping Beauty." Dean said with no snark. "We've been here a couple hours waiting for it."

"Waiting for the sunrise? Why? What's going on?"

Dean sighed.

"August 22nd." He said. "Be an angel day."

The End