(A/N)-I know I haven't done this challenge in forever, but I'm back now. Reviews are lovely and are always appreciated. I don't own anything.

Sam and Dean stood next to each other in Bobby's Singer's backyard, looking at the giant wood pile the three of them had made. Bobby finally lit the fire, and a huge bonfire erupted within seconds.

"It's nothing compared to the fireworks from last year, but it's not bad." Dean smiled as he looked at his brother, throwing an arm around his shoulders. Sam seemed uncomfortable with this display of affection-he was fourteen now and becoming more withdrawn from Dean each day- but he eventually leaned against his brother and watched the flames grow higher.

"Happy 4th of July, Sam."