E/O Drabble Challenge

Challenge word: MIDNIGHT

Word Count: 300 (Triple Drabble)

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Disclaimer: Neither the boys nor anything related to Supernatural belongs to me. I'm just having some fun with the boys, playing around with Eric Kripke's sandbox.

MIDNIGHT SNACK

By: Vanessa Sgroi

The midnight sky was awash with a limitless ocean of diamond-bright stars. Dean cracked open a beer and handed it to Sam, repeating the gesture with his own sweaty longneck before settling on the hood of the Impala. The air around them was filled with the scent of spicy barbeque and an array of trimmings.

Sam, still gaunt but looking better than he had in months, filled a plate from the spread laid out between them. "Hell of a midnight snack."

"Hey, we deserve it. Just glad I found a place that was still open." Dean took a bite of pulled pork and closed his eyes. "Damn, that's good." He licked his thumb and forefinger clean of some stray barbeque sauce.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, dude. Try it."

Sam tentatively bit into a forkful of his own pork. The savory spiciness bit into his tongue, filled his mouth with joy. Realizing just how hungry he was, Sam began to shovel food into his mouth with abandon.

"Woah—slow down. Gonna get sick," admonished Dean.

The edge finally taken off his hunger, Sam did just that. "You're right—it's good!"

"Memorial Day," Dean murmured around a bite of cheesy grits.

"What?"

"It's Memorial Day today. Honoring soldiers and all that. I've never told anyone before but I've always felt like it's a little bit of our day too. We just fight an unseen war."

"Never thought of it like that," offered Sam.

"People—the people out there—they just don't know. Don't know what's out there. Don't know what's coming."

Sam squinted up at the sparkling stars. "We don't know what's coming either."

Dean sipped his beer. "True enough." He was quiet for a beat. "Eat up! Then will find a motel—get some sleep. Hey, maybe we can crash someone's picnic later."

FIN