Wasted Pie
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Samuel Winchester was a dead man and he knew it.
As soon as Dean got over his shock.
Wide green eyes filled with girlish tears and full lips trembled. Fruit and filling dribbled down masculine features, golden crust decorating hair and face. The scent of apple and sugar filled the tense air. The tin spun around lazily as it finally settled from falling.
Bobby Singer quietly wheeled himself out of his own living room. He wasn't going to stay for the brawl that was sure to happen. Damn those idjits for arguing and for Sam losing his temper so bad to do something so terrible.
"Oh God, Dean! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to throw your pie at your face."
"Bitch…" Dean hissed, finally shaking himself out of his stupor. "You. Wasted. My. Pie!" He let out a wordless roar and tackled his brother down to the floor.
Bobby sat in his kitchen, sipping his coffee and listening to the scuffle between the brothers.
"WAAH! OW! SHIT!"
"MY PIE! YOU BITCH-FACED BASTARD!"
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END
Now excuse me whilst I go and play some MapleStory...