To Remember
Dean hates pie.
Ever since that night, 22 years ago. Ever since the fire.
His mother would give him a slice of pie, any flavour that he wanted, every Friday.
The only Friday that she didn't was the day Sammy was born.
Every time he has a bite of the food he used to love, the food that used to matter so much to his 4-year-old mind, the only thing he can think about is burning.
He smells something that reminds him of burnt chicken, but knows what it really is. Her. Smoke fills his mouth, even though, deep at the back of his mind, he logically thinks about how he got out of there, carrying a bundle of blankets that held his brother inside, without going anywhere near the flames that took so much from his family. From him.
He buys pie whenever he can.
He eats every single part of the food he loathes so much.
To remember.
AN: Slighty (OK: very!) random, but it just came into my head so thought I might as well post it. I would like to point out that it is 30 mins to midnight where I am, and I wrote this in about a minute, also, half asleep person is writing this so don't judge too harsely. Ignor spelling mistakes, insomnia's a bitch. :)