NOTHING SAYS 'YOU CARE' LIKE CHERRY PIE
WOW: Mirror. Sam knows Dean doesn't do all the caring, sharing, talk-about-feelings stuff. So he finds other ways to show he cares ...
Disclaimer: Don't own, still not happy.
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Sam removed the steaming pie from the microwave, while behind him the most diseased human being on the planet sat at the table with a towel draped over his head, snuffling and coughing and hunched over a bowl which spewed fumeroles of pungent steam.
Eyes watering through the miasma of sweat and menthol, Sam walked past the steam-fogged mirror and placed a hot slice of cherry-packed bliss beside his brother, gently patting Dean's sweaty back as he walked away.
A muffled croak of thanks drifted up from under the towel, and he smiled.
Who needed words when there was pie?
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