E/O Challenge: Crust
No spoilers, just Girl Scout Cookies.
Word Count: 100
The pizzas were down to crust, which Dean picked at in a desultory fashion. "You didn't eat much."
Sam waved a hand in defeat. "I ate a lot."
He scoffed. "You ate more than this when you were eighteen and you're bigger now. C'mon, unless you're sick, you're still hungry."
Sam hunched a shoulder and turned up the TV. "Not sick."
"Good."
A gaudy box landed in Sam's lap. He smiled. "Thin Mints?
"Used to be your favorite," Dean mumbled around a Samoa.
"Still are. How'd you…"
"Sam, I fed you for years."
"Not well."
"Hey. You survived."
"Thanks, Dean."
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