"Why the hell would you set a fire!?" Baz screamed, leaping out of the tent and into the now bright clearing. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"I thought it would be romantic." Simon shrugged, panic growing in his chest. The small campfire really had got out of hand. "You know, like our first kiss."
Baz glared at him. "Our first kiss when I was about to die in a fire?"
Recognition flared on his face. "Yeah." He always skipped over that part when he relived it in his head.
"Crowley, Snow." Baz shook his head, a smile forming on his lips despite the flames growing ever closer. "Maybe you should leave the romance to me."
"Noted." He nodded. "Now please don't die."
"I will certainly try." Baz smirked, looking around for some way to calm the roaring flames. That was when he remembered; he was a wizard. There were spells for this sort of thing.
"London's burning, London's burning." He started to sing, his voice rising in pitch as the small patch of scorched grass grew smaller. "Fetch the engines, fetch the engines. Fire fire, Fire Fire!" Baz was screaming now. If this didn't work… "Pour on water, pour on water."
Nothing.
Baz frantically repeated the last line again and again, shouting up at the sky as Simon clutched him tightly at the waist.
"Pour on water, pour on water."
The sky thundered, thick black clouds emptying their heavy payload. The fire sputtered, gave a final cough, and went out leaving Simon and Baz clutching each other in the middle of the blackened earth like there was nothing else left in the world.