The challenge word is love. I own… wait, what do I own?
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Sam walked into the bunker with the bag of groceries. As soon as he walked into the kitchen, Dean ran over to him.
"Where's my pie?" he asked?
"It's in the bag," Sam sighed. "You know, if you love pie so much, then why don't you just marry it?"
That made Dean daydream about himself at a wedding, with a slice of cherry pie as the bride.
"I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Pie-chester."
For the kiss, Dean took a bite of the pie.
"Dean… Dean."
He snapped out of his daydream to Sam calling his name.
"Really, dude?"
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