Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own them
Sam stared forlornly at the incinerated remains of their dinner table.
He stood beside the smoking crater where it used to be, along with a moderately singed brother and a smoke-damaged and newly-eyebrowless angel, and coughed through the smoke which coiled lazily around the room.
He sighed as the blackened shell of their Christmas tree crumbled into ash behind him.
He’d thought it would be cool to try something new for Christmas. Christmas pudding soaked in flaming brandy was a British treat and it sounded delicious and fun.
Unless, of course, you were stupid enough to put Dean in charge of the flaming.