There was something comforting about sitting around a campfire, constructing s'mores out of graham crackers, chocolate, and marshmallows. Sam noticed, however, that Dean seemed to be adding an extra ingredient to his, something brown from a plastic package by his side.
It was the smell that tipped him off.
"Dude," he said, "are you putting bacon in your s'mores?"
"Yeah," Dean said, putting together another unconventional treat.
"Seriously?"
Dean grinned. "Everything's better with bacon."
"But in s'mores?" Sam made a disgusted face.
"Can I try one?" asked Jack.
Sam flashed Dean his patented bitchface. "See what you've started? You're corrupting the child!"
"I'm not corrupting anyone! There's nothing wrong with bacon in a s'more! It's sweet and salty all at the same time!" He held his current creation over the fire for a few seconds, and then handed it over. "Here y'go, Jacky boy. Taste it and tell me this isn't the absolute best thing you've ever tasted."
Jack took it between thumb and forefinger, and then licked at some chocolate that dripped out. Then he took a bite.
"It's good!" he said, his voice muffled by a mouthful of s'more.
"See?" Dean smirked at his brother, who sighed and gave him another bitchface.
"You're gonna be dead of a heart attack before you're fifty, you know."
Dean just shrugged. "At least I'll die happy."