A/N: So I haven't drabbled lately, but I realized a momentous anniversary had sneaked up on us and I thought it should be acknowledged! Once upon a time, when the world of drabbles was small, something happened... There was a truck, a fire, and a few other things... Especially an... oh, if I told you it would totally be a spoiler. So, here we go... Drabble word: Bonfire
Heat of the Moment
The job was over. They were mostly in one piece. Well, Sam was, Dean was a mess. Sam sighed as he surveyed his brother.
"I hate camping," Dean grumbled.
"Yeah, you said that ten times."
"Bonfire's nice."
"Thanks."
"I like fires. My side hurts."
"It's scratched. I need to stitch it," Sam said calmly.
"Scratched? Just freaking awesome, you're all calm. I hate camping. Except the bonfire, I like fires."
"You said that."
"Arf ur ruff ruff," something said from the dark.
Dean met his eyes. "Sam? Did I say that?
"No."
"Arf."
"Oh shit," Dean said. "I hate camping."
A/N II: Surprise!