Just a New year's drabble. 100 words. Happy New Year everybody!
"Happy New Year!" Dean exclaimed. He downed a tequila shot and bit into a lemon slice.
"I do'nt understand. Why is celebrating New Years such a big tradition?" Castiel asked, confused.
"Usually it isn't for us. But this year I thought we should celebrate. This year was crap and we hope for a better one. Just going into it, a bunch of long running problems have been solved. Sam's alive and has a soul again. We're hunting again. You're back from Heaven. We're a team. And lets hope it stays that way for the entire New Year."