1. (John, Dean, Sam: pre-series)
A quiet night for once, so John grabs the
quilt off the bed and packs a picnic, puts the boys into the back seat
and drives out to the park. He finds a spot at the edge of
the field and holds Sam still long enough to get a sweatshirt over him.
He's passing out sandwiches when Dean nudges him; the boy's barely ten
but has good instincts. John's not surprised to see two eyes
glowing from the tree line.
When the first fireworks go off, he's half an hour into the woods, the
boys left behind on the blanket.
2. (Sam, Jess: pre-series)
"Take your coat," Jess told him, but it was eighty-five in Palo Alto
and Sam figured that it was some weird California bullshit.
Now he's shivering in a sweatshirt and his shorts and she's totally
mocking him. He stares up into the heavy gray half-dark; the
fog came in around four pm and was settled low over the city.
They're standing out in the cold, craning their heads at the clouds:
then the tell-tale whine and boom, but all Sam sees is a faint green
glow behind the fog.
Jess laughs harder and passes him the flask.
3. (John, Dean: pre-series)
The flash catches John off-guard as his
spade digs into the grave; at the far end Dean looks up to watch the
light rain down. John can see it glint in his eyes as he
grins. "Get to work," he grumbles, and bends back down
himself; they don't have much time before the ghost of Old Man Gray
realizes what they're up to and attacks. But when he hears
the next one, he forgets his own orders and lets his eyes be drawn
upwards, watching as gold and blue and white fire fades like
memory in a foreign sky.
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