Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine, I just play around with it.
This chapter is during Sam's visit to Hell.
Sam held the box of fireworks, nearly bouncing from the excitement. Dean had somehow gotten fireworks for the Fourth of July this year, something dad would never let them do. Setting the box down, Sam turned to Dean.
"Got your lighter?"
Dean smiled, pulling it out. He lit the firecracker in Sam's hand, then the one in his own. As the explosions sounded loudly above their heads, Sam turned to his brother.
"Thanks Dean. This is great." Sam hugged his brother.
Suddenly, the pressure on Sam's back increased. "Dean?! Dean, you're hurting me!"
A deep laugh, and Sam's blood ran cold. "I'm not Dean."
"Sammy, we're here. Wake up little man." Sam jolted awake, sighing in relief as he saw he was sitting safely in the Impala, fireworks in his lap. He got out of the car, ran over to the driver's side, and hugged Dean tightly.
"Whoa man, what's up with you? It's just a couple of fireworks." Dean pushed Sam away and picked up the fireworks, walking towards a clearing. "C'mon."
Sam marveled at the fireworks above his head, the bright colors cascading down around him.
Dean placed his hand on Sam's shoulder. "Do you want to light the next one?"
When Sam nodded his head eagerly, Dean handed him the lighter. Sam ran up to the box and lit the fireworks inside. "Fire in the hole!"
As Sam turned to go back to Dean, he tripped and kicked the box over. Sam watched in horror as the firework made a beeline straight towards his brother.
The firework exploded on Dean, the explosion ripping chunks of flesh from his bones.
"DEAN!" Sam bolted up.
"Sam? What's the matter?" Dean's concerned voice asked from Sam's right.
Sam turned, half expecting to see Dean's dismembered head next to him, sighing in relief when he saw Dean sitting on the hood of the Impala.
Realizing he was sitting on the grass, Sam stood up.
"Sam?" Dean was concerned.
Sam shifted uncomfortably. Dean hated when he got all sappy.
"Uh, it was, uh, nothing really." Sam mumbled.
Dean cocked an eyebrow. "Sam, one second you were relaxing, staring at the goddamned stars, and the next thing I know you are screaming my name."
Dean fixed Sam with a tell-me-what's-wrong-now look. Sam sighed. "I had a, a, a bad dream, okay?"
Dean jumped off the Impala's hood. "How about we light up some fireworks?"
Sam smiled, then his face fell. "Dad never lets us light fireworks."
Dean smiled. "Dad's on a hunt. Let's go get some fireworks."
Sam held the box of fireworks, nearly bouncing from the excitement. Dean had actually gotten fireworks! Sam turned to Dean.
"Got your lighter?"
Dean smiled, pulling it out. He lit the firecracker in Sam's hand, then the one in his own.
Sam blanched, remembering his 'dream.' "Dean, be careful!"
Dean laughed. "Worrying is my job, Sammy."
Sam relaxed, albeit only slightly. Dean was safe, it was all a dream.
"Can you light the rest of the fireworks?" Sam asked sheepishly.
Dean cocked an eyebrow, but went over to the box and lit the fireworks. Running back to Sam, he turned around and watched as colorful explosions filled the night sky.
Sam loved fireworks. He had a huge grin plastered on his face. He looked over at Dean, ready to thank him for this. Dean was still, unusually so.
Sam stepped in front of his brother and fell back, gasping. Half of Dean' s face was burned; the other half was slack, eyes glazed over.
"Why does this keep happening?!"
Lucifer's never really celebrated the American Independence Day before, but this year he had made an exception.