( Parked at the edge of Julie's lawn is a shiny, black muscle car. A couple dozen yards away, its owner stands at the grill sporting a novelty apron, beer in one hand and a set of tongs in the other. He's got a small speaker set up nearby so that the Official Fourth of July Playlist sounds nice and clear even outside.
Dean Winchester is a barbeque dad. We're talking sunglasses, Bermuda shorts, an unnecessarily rapt dedication to cooking meat over fire, the whole nine.
For what it's worth to anybody who grabs a burger, a hot dog, a steak, or anything from him really: they're freakin' fantastic. Dean's a hell of a cook.
Later on, he can be found down where Julie's set up her badass fireworks to be launched. Lighter in hand, he sets them off one after another with way too much dedication to technique. Once in a while, during the finale, or after, he can be spotted with his hands in his pockets and a bittersweet smile on his face. )
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Dean Winchester is a barbeque dad. We're talking sunglasses, Bermuda shorts, an unnecessarily rapt dedication to cooking meat over fire, the whole nine.
For what it's worth to anybody who grabs a burger, a hot dog, a steak, or anything from him really: they're freakin' fantastic. Dean's a hell of a cook.
Later on, he can be found down where Julie's set up her badass fireworks to be launched. Lighter in hand, he sets them off one after another with way too much dedication to technique. Once in a while, during the finale, or after, he can be spotted with his hands in his pockets and a bittersweet smile on his face. )