January 23rd 2015
Dean walked into the kitchen to find Sam placing cutting a pie into slices. .
"You made a pie?"
Sam shrugged. "I didn't make it. I got it frozen from the store. I only baked it." He set two pie slices onto two small plates. "Coffee's hot, too."
"What's the occasion?"
"No occasion. Just - things have slightly improved lately. You seem to be getting a handle on controlling the Mark, instead of it controlling you - "
"Because you told me I could do it," Dean said.
"Because you can," Sam told him, adding, "So I thought maybe we could celebrate -"
"You know, Sam," Dean interrupted, running a hand down his face. "I just - if this is National Pie Day or whatever - I can't think about celebrating 'National Days Of'. I appreciate it and I'll eat the pie but I just - I can't think of anything I really want to celebrate."
"It's not - that's not what I wanted to celebrate. I mean it is Pie Day, but that's not what I wanted to celebrate."
"Then what?"
Sam lifted one of the plates ~ "I wanted to celebrate us," ~ he said and offered the pie to Dean. "I mean - that's what we celebrate anyway, isn't it, when we celebrate the days? Us? That's what I want."
"Yeah," Dean took the pie. "Yeah, it is." He got two forks from the drawer and gave one to Sam. "Us."
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