"Mmm, Peach," Dean chortled gleefully. "My second favourite."
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Sam stared at his brother as if he were the freak of the week.
"What? Now you can tell the flavour of a pie before you even see it," he huffed as they entered the diner.
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Dean tapped a finger to the side of his nose.
"You see this fine specimen here, Sammy. It's more than an enhancement to my pretty face. It's a sensitive pie radar. Can pick up pie waves at a hundred yards."
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Sam rolled his eyes. "A pie radar! Dean, that's ridiculous, even for you!"