SPN100 Drabble Challenge
Prompt: Spurt, blob
Words: 179
Why is it always more than one hundred?! :(
A stream of spiced goo spurt onto the counter as Sam cut into the browned crust. Knowing his big brother's love affair with pie, Sam opted for the more difficult pastry over cake. He wiped a white hand across his forehead and chopped the last piece when he heard the front door.
"Hey, Sam?"
Dean stopped when he saw the mess in the kitchen and Sam covered with flour.
"What going on?"
"Dad's been gone for days, and... I couldn't buy you anything," Sam explained, suddenly embarrassed of the simple gift. "Happy birthday."
Dean appraised the lopsided homemade dessert. He swiped a finger at a blob of apple filling and brought it to his mouth.
Sam watched in suspense.
"It's good, Sammy."
His baby brother exhaled, any anxiousness relaxing into a small smile.
"In fact, since it's my birthday..." Dean smirked, "... I don't have to share it!"
He snatched the pie and bolted before Sam could protest.
"Dean! That's no fair!"
He took off after his brother's taunting laughter.
"Dean!"