The Show
It was well past midnight when Dean shook Sam awake. Ignoring Sam’s sleepy mutterings and attempts to burrow under his pillow, Dean pulled him out of bed.
“Come on, Sammy. Show’s going to start soon.”
“ ‘s gonna be good Dean? Got a big test tomorrow.”
“Best in thirty years, they say. Now get your ass outside.”
Minutes later they were flat on their backs, wrapped in blankets beneath a blazingly clear sky, waiting for what had become their own private November tradition. The first meteor of hundreds streaked overhead and the next few hours were spent in awed silence.
A/N The Leonid meteor shower takes place every year in mid-November.