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Warnings: None.
Pairings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Additional A/N (from the future): Just as comment to new readers, I wanted to let you know that if you find the writing of these first couple of chapters somewhat childish and simplistic, you should skip forward in this fic. My writing has improved a lot in complexity and style. So give my latter chapters a chance before judging the quality of this fic. ;)
A/N: Please note that I do know that a drabble is technically 100 words, but I've never been inclined to follow rules 100 percent of the time so why start now. Also, there may be times I decide to throw in strong language and/or violence, so refer to individualized chapter warnings for guidance. Again, absolutely no slash. Other than that, just note that this, humans and aliens, is what happens when you lucid dream about writing drabbles for two weeks. It gets to ya.
"Cake!"
Closing his eyes with a calming breath, John Winchester turned towards the back seat and began to reiterate exactly why they couldn't have cake (that being the store was all out of it) when he made the mistake of opening his eyes and immediately getting slammed by Sam's wide puppy-eyes.
Damn.
"I want cake," repeated six year-old Dean solemnly.
Sam plucked his thumb out of his mouth long enough to echo, "Cake!"
Oh, God in heaven...
"There wasn't any cake, Dean. But I got you something else that's just as good."
"What?" came the suspicious inquiry.
"It's called pie. I promise you'll love it."
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