"I'm gonna kick up a storm after I've kicked your ass, Sammy," Dean growled. "You traitorous hound of a brother! Where's my pie?"
"Dean. Come on man. That pie was riper than a newly-buried corpse. I did you a favour trashing it," Sam sighed.
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"It was my favourite. Apple. I was keeping it as a treat for breakfast."
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Sam folded his arms and glared at his older brother, intent on throwing a tantrum a toddler would've been proud of.
"You can storm around the kitchen all you want, Dean. But that disgusting pie is gone!
