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"Right. Pie. Pie's always good." Not that Dean hadn't gotten to turn away from food... several times in the last few months. Even pie, once, although damned if he was going to stay around and eat it around those three or more demons.
But hopefully nothing like it today.
He lead the way out to the car, then eyed Sam with a bit of a grimace on his face. "... you're not gonna suggest somethin' like sticking candles in it, right? Those aren't supposed to go on pie." And especially not that many candles on a single piece of pie. Right?