WOW: bonfire

Word count: 100

This is the first time I've written about this time in Dean's life. I'm kind of liking it, though. So much angst potential!


For Family


"Come on, it's time."

Dean looks up as Lisa's hand settles on his shoulder. "For what?" he asks, like he hasn't been dreading this all week.

"The Halloween bonfire," she reminds him, hoisting the cooler full of hot dogs, corn and condiments. Ben's got the marshmallows and buns.

Dean stares into his glass, desperate not to go. Bonfires are Mom and terror. They are Dad and emptiness and guilt. They are all the ways Alastair immolated him in Hell. They are Sam- burning now.

"Let's go!" Ben grabs Dean's hand and pulls.

Dean swallows his bourbon and follows his family.