After just about finishing up the latest case in their old town, Lawrence Kansas, Sam was freaking tired and just done with life in general. He was about to just flop into bed when he saw the plate of cookies just…. SITTING there on the table. Now, normally Sam would know better than to touch Dean's food, but as was said, he was just to tired to care. He took one off the plate and ate it….
And less than five minutes later Dean came in. "Hey ya sa-" his face paled. "You, uh you didn't have any of those cookies did you?" Dean asked hesitantly. "Dude, I only took one, there's still plenty left." Sam said slightly annoyed that Dean would act like this over FOOD of all things.
"Sam, throw it up."
"wha-"
"THROW IT UP NOW!"
"Dude, what's your problem?"
"THEYRE LACED WITH FREAKIN ARSNIC SAM!"
Ok, that got his attention
"Why would you -"
"Look, can we talk about this when your not about to DIE?!"
As curious as Sam was, Dean had a point, so he when to the bathroom and promptly ralphed.
"Mind telling me… why you'd….. leave out poisoned cookies?" Sam gasped out once his stomach emptied.
And Dean ever awkward with things he had no answer for, told a lie that had more holes in it than swish cheese. "uhhhh….. I didn't?"
Sam looked at him skeptically and gave him bitchface 43 "You didn't?" it wasn't a question.
"…no?"
"then how'd you know about the arsenic?"
"OKAY FINE I left them out happy?"
No, Sam wasn't because that didn't answer anything. "And why did you even have those?"
"… I'm trying to build up an immunity"
"So you made cookies?"
"It wasn't working, but I didn't want to just throw away straight up arsenic, that'd draw attention"
That was a blatant lie and Sam knew it but he wasn't gonna deal with it now. "Whatever, night."
"Night Sammy." Dean said, eating several of the cookies once he thought Sam was asleep.
He wasn't.