MIDNIGHT FEAST
WOW: Plump. Dean has some pretty lucid dreams … especially when they involve pie.
Disclaimer: I don't own him
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Midnight...
Dean's eyes sparkled with glee as he regarded the vision of beauty which stood atop the groaning table before him.
A giant lattice of golden buttery pastry, steaming hot and stuffed to bursting with plump, juicy cherries. It was topped with a pillowy cloud of vanilla cream and that, in turn, was topped with a sinfully huge pile of merangues and marshmallows. Best of all, Dean reflected as he shoveled the indescribable delight into his eager mouth, it tasted as good as it looked.
Dean ate and ate, barely pausing for breath. He never wanted this treat to end.
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The following morning...
Sam looked up as Dean stumbled, half asleep, into the kitchen.
"Man, you look like hell. Didn't you sleep?"
"Yeah, I slept," Dean mumbled; "had a helluva dream though."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, I dreamt I was eating this giant pie. It was really hot and covered in cream and merangue and marshmallows. It was the best thing I've ever tasted. I just couldn't stop until the plate was licked clean."
Sam grinned. "Well, it must have been an authentic dream, dude; you're looking a bit plump around the middle there."
"It was authentic alright," Dean groaned, suppressing a quiet burp.
"I ate my pillow."
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