AN: This marks my 50th piece here on fanfiction! Yay! Anyway, enjoy :)
Dean grimaced as he lit a match, tossing it onto the pile of what had once been demons and were now just corpses. Sam came to stand beside him, watching it burn quietly.
"Winchester family bonfire," he muttered.
Sam laughed hollowly. "I guess it is."
Dean felt the tell-tale shift of air beside him and suddenly Cas was standing there.
"Hey Ca-" he stopped as he turned to the angel. "Cas, why do you have marshmallows and sticks?"
Cas blinked owlishly at him. "Is it not customary for humans to put marshmallows on sticks and roast them over a bonfire?"