AN: I usually write these a few days in advance and just withhold posting them, but this week I procastinated, and boy am I glad I did, because I read the early poster's drabbles first, and realized 'herein' was not, in fact, the word. I think I need to start reading the emails more carefully :D
Apple pie. Dean could smell a freshly baked apple pie in their motel room. He grinned to himself as he saw it sitting on a cooling rack in their kitchenette. Apple pie, meet Dean Winchester, he thought to himself as he grabbed a fork. He shoveled a bite into his mouth and moaned. It was delicious.
"Dean!" Sam exclaimed as he came out of his shower.
"What?" Dean mumbled around the last mouthful of pie.
"You ate my pie!"
"So?"
"It was for a grade in Home Ec!"
"…Oh. If it's any consolation you would've gotten an A… "