AS MUCH AS YOU LOVE PIE
Three hour's drive later, Sam settled a slightly concussed Dean in a moldy motel bed and scooped up the car keys.
"Where you going?"
"Dinner."
"Oh. Uh, Sam, I could really use some - "
"Chocolate cake?" Sam interrupted.
"No."
"Apple brown betty?"
"No!"
"Tapioca pudding?"
Dean gagged.
"I know," Sam said heartlessly. "Baked Alaska!"
"Damn it, Sammy!"
"You meant what you said, right? You're gonna stop riding me about the demon blood?"
"Absofrigginlutely," Dean swore fervently.
"Then I'll get you your damned pie."
"Thanks." Dean grinned. "You still love me?"
"At least as much as you love pie, dude."
END