the clock struck midnight, and it was officially the fourth of july.
it didn't take much to wake daisy up, and with her bedhead, they led her to the back of the motel where an open field could be found. apparently the vampires had heating, for she had started shivering in the cold night air.
dean wrapped his jacket over her shoulders, and then proceeded to roll down the sleeves of his flannel so they reached his wrists.
sam pulled out the packages of sparklers that the thieves had left behind.
daisy was amazed by the bright, fluorescent light they gave off. she could suddenly see the grass beneath her feet and the lightning bugs fluttering around her. its beauty was enough to compete with the stars she had rarely ever seen.
dean stole her attention away by showing her how to make her mark in the air. after a few seconds, the winchester siblings had both scrawled their names across the sky.
daisy didn't know how to write, let alone spell her name, so she just drew artistically next to the stars.
when one sparkler ran out, they would light another and the laughter would continue.
