"What the Hell is this?"
"Puffs; the bakery didn't have pie."
Dean stuck a hand into the box, closing his fingers around a jelly filled puff.
"Gross!" He squeezed hard and got sticky goodness all over his hand. "Girly goo…you brought home girly goo. I always had my suspicions."
"Here, jerk." Sam picked out a cream filled puff and pushed it into Dean's mouth.
Moments later the puffs were flying.
Dean fell laughing on the bed and licked his fingers.
"You know something Sammy? This isn't that bad."
The last pastry smacked into Dean's forehead.