"Yeah, in the Impala," he confirmed, something of a real smile tinging his lips. "And I sure as hell would have been disappointed in heaven if my baby weren't up there waiting for me." Hey, there was a reason some guys wanted to be buried in their cars, and if Dean weren't sure his body was gonna end up on a pyre if he had a 'good death', he'd have been one of 'em.
Claire was pulling herself even tighter and he tried to focus on telling the story because, for her sake, it wasn't a good idea for him to concentrate on the physical end of things. His thumb idly brushed back and forth against her back as he continued.
"The radio was playin' 'Knockin' on Heaven's Door', because apparently they aren't without a sense of irony up there. And it was stormin'. Cold. I got outta the car and..." There was the slightest pause as he saw Sammy's little dark head rounding that corner again in his mind, and this time his smile finally glinted in his eyes as well, still staring forward. "And there was Sammy. He was... all of thirteen. Hair in his eyes and awkward as shit, and carryin' an old crate full of fireworks." He'd already given her the short version of this, but he figured the devil was in the details, to pardon a phrase. "And he says to me 'C'mon, let's go.' So I mean... I figured it was a dream, at that point, and went after him. So we go out to this field, that looked hella familiar, and he asks if I brought my lighter. I figure the answer's gonna be no - I haven't had that thing in years, but I reach in my pocket and there it was, exactly where it always used to be."
Dean was all but lost in remembering the moment now, though words couldn't really explain what it felt like to him. "And that was when it hit me exactly where we were. Not that I was in heaven, but that I'd been there. We started setting off fireworks, just like we had on the fourth of July in 1996. I'd... bought a bunch of fireworks illegally and snuck 'em out of the motel, with Sammy. Dad woulda killed us, but I wanted to give the kid a good time, have some fun with my kid brother. And Sam..." He trailed off, because this was the part of the story that really mattered to him, and that made it the part he just wanted to skip over tellin'.
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Claire was pulling herself even tighter and he tried to focus on telling the story because, for her sake, it wasn't a good idea for him to concentrate on the physical end of things. His thumb idly brushed back and forth against her back as he continued.
"The radio was playin' 'Knockin' on Heaven's Door', because apparently they aren't without a sense of irony up there. And it was stormin'. Cold. I got outta the car and..." There was the slightest pause as he saw Sammy's little dark head rounding that corner again in his mind, and this time his smile finally glinted in his eyes as well, still staring forward. "And there was Sammy. He was... all of thirteen. Hair in his eyes and awkward as shit, and carryin' an old crate full of fireworks." He'd already given her the short version of this, but he figured the devil was in the details, to pardon a phrase. "And he says to me 'C'mon, let's go.' So I mean... I figured it was a dream, at that point, and went after him. So we go out to this field, that looked hella familiar, and he asks if I brought my lighter. I figure the answer's gonna be no - I haven't had that thing in years, but I reach in my pocket and there it was, exactly where it always used to be."
Dean was all but lost in remembering the moment now, though words couldn't really explain what it felt like to him. "And that was when it hit me exactly where we were. Not that I was in heaven, but that I'd been there. We started setting off fireworks, just like we had on the fourth of July in 1996. I'd... bought a bunch of fireworks illegally and snuck 'em out of the motel, with Sammy. Dad woulda killed us, but I wanted to give the kid a good time, have some fun with my kid brother. And Sam..." He trailed off, because this was the part of the story that really mattered to him, and that made it the part he just wanted to skip over tellin'.