CHAM-PIE-ON
WOW: Frosted. Dean has a great talent. Sam's happy for him - sort of.
Disclaimer: I don't own these boys!
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Sam cringed as he stood on the stage beside Dean looking down at the applauding crowd.
Standing behind a crumb-strewn table, Dean was a vision of cherry-smeared joy with his arms held aloft in triumph, and his disturbingly distended belly threatening to burst out from under his straining T-shirt.
Of course, Sam was pleased that Dean had found something he was good at, even if it was eating fourteen frosted cherry pies to win a pie-eating contest, but he also couldn't help a creeping feeling of trepidation.
He got the feeling they were both going to suffer for Dean's glory later.
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