In which there is pie.
It was a relatively quiet day at the Winchester house. Ben was at school, Alec and Jinx were at work, Amy was out of town, Sam and Ruby were off doing whatever it was Sam and Ruby did (most of the time Dean really, really didn't want to know) and all other people -- human or demonic -- were very clearly not on the premises.
Dean, however? Dean had pie.
Not just any pie, Dean had the big kahuna of pies. Fresh baked hot apple pie that he'd picked up not even an hour ago from one of the bakeries downtown and as far as he was concerned, he had it all to himself. No sharing. By the time any of the Winchesters returned home, odds were that it was all going to be gone, and all evidence that it ever was discarded where no one would be able to find. Dean was just that decent a person. He wasn't even going to rub it in their faces.
Dean plopped down in one of the chairs in the dining room, piece of pie in hand with a happy grin on his face. This? Was going to be a good day.
Dean, however? Dean had pie.
Not just any pie, Dean had the big kahuna of pies. Fresh baked hot apple pie that he'd picked up not even an hour ago from one of the bakeries downtown and as far as he was concerned, he had it all to himself. No sharing. By the time any of the Winchesters returned home, odds were that it was all going to be gone, and all evidence that it ever was discarded where no one would be able to find. Dean was just that decent a person. He wasn't even going to rub it in their faces.
Dean plopped down in one of the chairs in the dining room, piece of pie in hand with a happy grin on his face. This? Was going to be a good day.