Sam sat in the passenger seat of the Impala smiling like an idiot.
"So where are we going to do this?" he asked Dean who was currently playing a one-handed air guitar solo to "War Pigs".
"Don't worry Sammy" he began a slow head banging rhythm.
"I've got it all planned out." Dean said with his own mirror smile.
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After an hour of driving, the street lamps started thinning out until it was only the Impala's headlights that guided the boys to an old overpass that had been forgotten by the norm society.
Dean parked the Impala near along small brook that ran underneath the overpass, far enough to not her get hurt, not far enough to get out of Dean's sight.
"Well Dean." Sam said stepping out of the classic car.
"I don't know how you found this place, but I gotta admit, this is going to make things a lot easier." Sam couldn't hide the smile from his voice.
"And a lot more fun."
Dean was standing at the trunk of the Impala gathering his arsenal while Sam grabbed his own bags from the back seat.
"Ok Sammy, you know the rules. You set up your station over there" Dean pointed to the opposite side of the overpass. "And I will set up a little ways from here."
"How long?" Sam asked
"30 minutes for set up, and then we begin when I launch the first flare." Dean concluded
"You got the Aid Kit? I think you might need it this year." Sam said walking away towards his soon-to-be fort
"Oh I would be more worried about yourself little brother!" Dean yelled
"I'm not the one who set my hair on fire last year!" he cackled at Sam's retreating back
Sam replied by raising his arm in the air and without stopping, flipping Dean off.
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At Fort Sam
"Ok, ok, let's see…"
Sam was walking around his side of the overpass finding the best places to set up his fireworks.
There were slabs of concrete structures thrown on top of each other which would make a perfect fort for having a clear shot at Dean.
Sam trudged behind one of the slabs and separating one of the bags, began setting up bottle rockets, laying them down next to each other in a long line on the rock, facing the overpass.
He then reached into one of the plastic bags and retrieved the long coils of wick which he then quickly tied to the individual rockets then braided together to make one large wick.
With the rockets set up Sam grabbed two of the remaining four bags, one filled with Lava Fountains, and the other had the standard Black Cat™ firecrackers.
He placed four fountains on each side of the entrance and once again wove a larger wick like he had done with the bottle rockets.
Sam then gathered the Black Cats'™ individual 100 sized wrappers and practically threw pack after pack in between his fort and the entrance.
All together there were about fifty 100-packets of Black Cats™ in the small area that Sam occupied.
One of the two bags left over was filled with Bees™ (they spin and fly into the air) and Sparklers. He threw the individual Bees™ along with the black cats. (A/N LOTS of Bees™)
The Sparklers were just to show… but not when you had over 300 of them.
300 Sparklers aren't just pretty together, they make a Sparkler Bomb.
Sam made three separate bombs placing them somewhat far from each other in a triangle.
He made the bombs by gathering a hundred Sparklers at one time, and then tying them together in a tight bunch. With one single sparkler pulled out to be used as a wick for the bomb.
The last bag was filled with Roman Candles™ and a Flash Bombs and Smoke Bombs.
Sam was wearing Camo Cargo pants that had pockets all over the legs and sides, he filled the side pockets with all the Roman Candles™ and anywhere else he stuffed full of the remaining Flash and Smoke Bombs.
The final bag which had also held the wick had something else too.
Gasoline