Disclaimer: As always, sadly, I only own the order that the words are written in.
Challenge Phrase: Combustible
Word Count: 100, dead on!
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A/N: Man, this was a hard one.
"Dean... What does combustible mean?"
Dean frowned. Sam had been far too quiet all morning, which on one hand was good, as there were a pile of comics on the table with his name on them. On the other hand, a silent Sam usually meant trouble.
One huge bang later and Dean found himself enveloped in a cloud of acrid smoke.
"Sammy?" he yelled in alarm, running into their bedroom where he found Sam blinking up at him from the floor, minus his eyebrows.
"Does combustible mean something explodes?" Sam coughed.
Dean sighed. "Yeah Sam, that's exactly what combustible means."