A/N: It's taken a long time, but I've finally managed to write this down! There wasn't much angst in this episode, so it took me longer than usual to figure out the direction I wanted to take. Some of the dialogue is also taken directly from the episode. Enjoy!

Dean had refused pie. Dean never refuses pie and he could see that it was setting all sorts of alarm bells off in Sam's head. He mentally counts down. 3... 2... 1...

"Dude, something's wrong."

"No."

Sam sighs and Dean can almost hear his brother's eyes rolling. "I get it. If Mom-"

Dean groans and cuts Sam off before they can rehash this argument for the fifth time that week. He knows his brother doesn't believe him about being cool with Mom leaving and, okay, maybe he isn't as fine with it as he claims to be, but that doesn't mean Sam has to know. Spinning the laptop round, he quickly changes the subject by diverting Sam's attention to a new case. As they get up to leave, the pie on the table catches Dean's eye and maybe he does have time for one small slice-

"Dean!"

Dean's really starting to hate Nazis. Not that he didn't before, but being captured and held by the insane reincarnation of Hitler just adds that little extra touch. He didn't like the sound of being introduced to Hitler's 'new dogs'; he had the feeling they weren't exactly going to be tiny terriers.

Bang!

One of their captors drops to the ground, a bullet hole through his head. His guns slips out of its holster and Dean scoops it up, quickly letting off two shots and killing the other two men. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Sam running over to Ellie, but his attention is focused on the pathetic, pleading figure before him. Difficult to believe that's the man who almost toppled the world.

"No! Please, please!" Hitler sounds like he's on the verge of tears as Dean advances towards him. "I can explain!"

It feels good to shut him up.

"Dude... You just killed Hitler."

Sam's astonished voice breaks Dean out of his trance and he looks up at his brother. Sam's eyes are shining with a look of admiration that Dean's pretty sure he hasn't seen since Sam broke his arm as a kid and Dean had to take him to hospital of the handlebars of his bike. He looks back down at the dead body in front of him and he feels his face break out in a grin.

"Yeah. Awesome."

The sign hadn't been lying when it said that the shop sold the best pie for 1000 miles. He shovels down slice after slice whilst Sam watches - in amazement, or disgust, Dean can't tell. He looks up from his fifth pie (cherry) and sees Sam's eyes fixed on him, eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline.

"What?"

"Dude..." Sam sighs and looks down at the table, shaking his head in exasperation.

"Come on Sam," Dean protests. "I killed Hitler."

"Really? I don't recall you mentioning it," Sam retorts, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He tosses some napkins in Dean's general direction and stands up. "I'm gonna give you two some alone time. I'll be in the car when you're done."

Dean smirks and picks his fork back up, shoving an extra large bite into his mouth. He almost laughs as the enormity of the days' events settles in.

He killed Hitler.

A/N: So I'm not happy with this at all. Sorry. Please leave your thoughts and criticisms with a review! Bye!

Oh, I thought you guys ought to know, I did an English speaking assessment today all about fanfiction! Even my teacher said that I'd convinced her that maybe fanfic wasn't all bad, so I'd say it went pretty well!