A/N: Hey guys, this is my first Supernatural story and really short one-shot. I was trying to get this to over one thousand, but alas, twas not my destiny.

Summary: Poor Sammy and toasters just don't mix. Pre-series. Sam 16, Dean 20

Warnings: a few bad words and FIYA

Dean and John stood beside Sam as they gazed at the blackened shell that was once their motel room. Little remained of their belongings, only what they had thrown into the Impala before leaving Sam behind to finish the hunt. The two older Winchesters had only been gone for a few hours in the morning before they returned to Sam standing in front of the room looking shell-shocked. John turned to his youngest son and demanded, "What the hell happened here?"

Sam looked at his feet and rubbed the back of his neck while he hopped from foot to foot, looking uncomfortable, "Well," he began, "It's kind of a long story…"

A Few Hours Earlier

Sam woke up as soon as he heard Dean slam the door behind him. The early morning light streamed through the motel curtains, only stopping as the light was blocked by his father and brother passing the window on their way to clean up the remains of the last hunt. He stretched slowly, almost falling off the bed. He had just gotten a growth spurt and had finally surpassed Dean in height; needless to say, the older boy was not happy. With a final stretch he flopped over for a few more hours if uninterrupted rest.

A few hours later, Sam woke to the uncomfortable feeling of a screaming belly. This obviously presented a problem for the youngest Winchester. He glanced at the clock; by now all three of them would have been headed to a diner for some breakfast, or Dean and Dad would have made something. Sam sighed and decided to take a shower while he waited for the others to come back so they could all eat something.

But when he got out of the shower, he was still alone in the room. Deciding that his stomach could wait no longer, Sam got dressed and hunted around for something edible, The only thing his search had revealed however, was a loaf of nearly stale bread. Shrugging, Sam put the bread in the toaster and pushed the lever down. Deciding to get some fresh air, he went outside to sit in the step to wait for the toast. It didn't take long for him to notice that something was wrong. There was a burning smell that just simply wouldn't go away. He looked around wildly until he spotted smoke coming from under the curtain to their motel room. Sam leapt up and rushed into the room, only to find a fire erupting from the toaster. With a shout, he began beating the toaster with a towel. When that failed, he threw handfuls of water onto the flames. When that seemed to make it worse, Sam sprinted to the manager's office; the man promptly called the fire department. Sam waited with dread in his belly for his father and brother to return.

Present

By the end of Sam's story, Dean was on the ground laughing and John was trying desperately to control himself. "Dude," Dean gasped once he got his breath, "you got your ass kicked by a toaster!"

"It's not funny!" yelled Sam who by now was starting to laugh himself, "I swear the thing was possessed!"

"All right," laughed John, "let's get out of here before Sam lights anything else on fire."

Dean would still laugh about his incident for years and Sam was never allowed near a toaster again.

A/N: I honestly have no idea where this came from. I did notice that in most stories, Dean does most of the cooking and I was kind of wondering why that was. Well, now we all know. And yes, I do realize that it's weird that a sixteen-year-old can't work a toaster, but come on, it's SAM.

Well, read and review and tell me what you think!