Part 2
Sam picked up the note and Dean picked up the pie. He peeled back the tightly wrapped plastic from the top and took a whiff. It was a pale shade of green and Dean could smell the tart limes and something else he couldn't quite identify. He found a fork left on the nightstand, and dug in.
Before he could raise it to his mouth, Sam grabbed his arm.
"You're not going to eat that, are you?"
Dean raising the pie to eye level said, "Well, it is pretty. Maybe, we should just look at it."
Then turning towards Sam, he said. "Of course I'm going to eat it!"
Sam was concerned for its origin and its intent. He had a flashback to Dean and a Turducken burger. He reminded his brother, who scoffed, "But this is pie. Nobody messes with pie."
Sam released his grip on his brother and raised his hands in surrender.
Dean suggested Sam become more trusting as he took his first bite.
The look of euphoria, on Dean's face, made Sam uncomfortable.
"This is the best pie, ever!"
Sam answered, "Dean, take it easy."; then tried to explain his apprehension. "She cleaned our room on her own time. And why would she come back so late?"
Dean knew the answer and it was obvious. She had to go home and bake the pie.
Even as Dean offered the fork to him, Sam decided not to eat. He simply shook his head and got himself ready for bed. Dean ate only a few bites more and followed his lead.
In the morning, with his brother still asleep, Sam went out for coffee. He walked towards the car and saw Rosa exiting a nearby room. She looked his way and said, "Good morning, honey. Did you enjoy the pie?"
"Actually, Dean is the pie eater and he really enjoyed it. Thank you."
"Dean, that's his name?"
"Yeah, sorry and I'm Sam."
They exchanged a few more minutes of conversation, including the fact that the boys were checking out the next day. Rosa also reminded Sam that she would be by later to clean the room. She added, "Now, I don't mind the mess, but, could you please put your 'things' away before I come?"
The way she said "things" made him think and he remembered the knife under the pillow and the sawed-off under the bed. He simply answered, "Yes, ma'am."
As she turned away, she added, "And, don't forget the privacy sign, so, I'll know when the room is empty."
Sam walked away, smiling.
When Sam told Dean about his conversation with Rosa, he suggested they put their work away, too.
Dean's only remark was, "So, we have to clean the room before she comes to clean the room?"
Sam looked at his brother like he didn't know him and thought, maybe there was something in that pie.