AN: E/O word was bonfire - I completely abused the word limit. Absolutely drugged out his mind Dean with exasperated Sam. Originally part of my Resume of Samuel Winchester collection - Sam was meant to be a firefighter - I think he turned into a baby sitter instead.

BONFIRES, FIRE EXTINGUISHERS AND WHIPPED CREAM

"Dean!" Sam cried. Coughing harshly he blinked out the tears. "Dean! What the hell's going on?" Standing in the doorway of the kitchen he saw the flames begin to dance up the walls to the cupboards.

Bandage hanging lose on his head, Dean's drug induced eyes finally landed on his brother. Slightly backing away, he laughed weakly. "Bonfire Sammy."

"Foam or water?" Sam asked, yanking Dean back and moving towards the sink.

"Beer's home!" Dean crowed happily.

"Shit." Rooting around the sink he located the fire extinguisher fiddling desperately with the hose and simultaneously trying to keep his brother away from the out of control bonfire or as Dean fondly called the situation, 'the hot dancing lights'.

Training the hose on the flames he pulled the trigger grasping Dean's wrist when he tried to get in front of the foam's path ignoring the whine of: 'I wanted to try the whipped cream!'.

When the last flame spluttered out, Sam manhandled Dean into the living room checking him for any injuries. Giving a satisfied nod he sat next to Dean when the only problem he could find was singed clothing.

"Make another." Dean giggled.

"What?"

"What?" Dean parroted giving into another fit of giggles. "Make another bonfire stupid!"

Sam sighed tiredly placing Dean's plastered wrist onto a cushion. "No - no more bonfires Dean."

"Why not?" Dean pouted.

Standing up quickly Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. "You seriously didn't ask me that." He crouched down in front of his drugged brother again. "Dean, firstly, you're drugged twenty-eight days into February. Secondly...we kinda already do bonfires." Dean looked at him happily. "No, not like normal people." Dean's looked crestfallen - pouting again. "Don't look at me like that."

Dean patted Sam's shoulder clumsily. "You're gonna get in trouble."

Sam snorted. "How'd you figure? I'm not the one who nearly burnt the house down."

"Yup! But Bobby told you to look out for me," he said soberly. "Told you 'idjit's gonna be flying as high as a kite...look out for him Sam. I don't wan' him walking 'round. God help me if he gets to the car. I'm going out for supplies. My house better be standing when I get back Winchester'. He sniggered. "You said, 'yeah, of course no problems'...and now look! You're in trouble," he sang the last syllable.

"Are you guilt tripping me Dean?" Sam asked slightly incredulous.

"I want me a bonfire Sammich!" Another giggle fit. "Or the fire extinguisher." Dean moved to get off the couch but Sam clamped his hand around his brothers forearm. Dean crinkled his forehead staring at Sam's hand on his arm. "Sammy...lemme go." Sam shook his head. "Okie-dokie...Sam...can I go to sleep?" He took cautious steps towards the couch.

Sam smiled. "Brilliant idea dude. How about you get comfortable and I'll call Bobby."

"Okay...Sammo..." a giggle, "...Sammu...Sammy?"

"Yeah dude?"

"You're not gonna make a bonfire without me?"

Sam looked at his brother in mock horror. "Without you! Never."

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"Hey Bobby."

"Hey, I'm on my way home, just stopping by the store. How's Dean?"

"Dean's great - bit loopy, listen he's a little fixated on bonfires so...uh, ever wanted to remodel the kitchen?"

"What's the idjit done?"

"I'd rather not answer that over the phone...you could drive back thinking of 600 ways to kill me."

"Sam...I'm already up to 436. Any requests from the store?"

"Can you swing me a couple of cans of whipped cream?"

AN:Check out Birthday Challenges. And hope you enjoyed it. Read and review yeah? S4i