Three beautiful Christmas cookies sat on a plate. Dean couldn't resist reaching out to steal one, mouth watering.
"Dean!" Sam interrupted, exiting the bathroom. "Don't eat those! They're cursed! One crumb and you'll wind up as short as an elf!"
Dean pulled the hand away as if it had been slapped. "Whoa! Thanks for the warning, Princess."
"Yeah, sorry about that," Sam picked up the plate and carried it into the bathroom. "I should have flushed these before my shower."
"Good thing you were here to warn me," Dean called.
"Don't mention it," Sam grinned, taking his first covert bite.