A/N: See first chapter for disclaimer and notes...
"Damn it."
"Old lady Jones isn't my fault, Dean."
"But I'm the one who has to tell Bobby and convince him to let me kill his wife."
"We both get to do that, and you've been pretty gung ho to gank her from the jump. At least now we have evidence..."
"Those friggin' pies. Homemade is so much better than store-bought. Why is that? I mean we can put a man on the moon, why can't we make a store-bought pie taste homemade?"
Sam waited.
"She cares, Sam. And I think she knows."
Dean wished he could give Bobby homemade...