Worth the Trip
“It’s haunted, right?”
“Hmm?”
“The bakery.”
“What?”
“Jesus Dean, would you get your mind off those cookies and onto the job?”
“They’re Nanaimo bars Sam and, um….”
“Don’t you dare tell me we drove two thousand miles for cookies.”
Dean’s silent for a moment . “Want one?”
“No, I don’t fucking want one. That Canadian chick we met in Chicago told you about these didn’t she?” Sam’s getting his jealous look and Dean wants to shut that down pronto.
“C’mon taste.” His tongue flicks at Sam’s lips, pushes between them, chocolate and cream, and Sam moans.
“Can we get more?”