Dean sighs as he sits down. He didn't open the box, he wanted to savour this moment. After a minute, he opens the box.
The apple pie was sitting in the box, its delicious filling inside the brown shell, its sliced apples and cinnamon baked together for the right person. Dean's mouth waters at the sight. Picking up his knife, he slices a piece.
The smell wafts through the air, even when cold, the smell was in intoxicating. It teased Dean, telling him this pie was Heaven on Earth. The yellow slice covered in delicious brown filling was sitting on the plate, just waiting to be eaten. Dean smiled at the pie. Finally.
Sam came home an hour later. Seeing Dean snoring away with a contented smile, Sam knew Dean finally got his wish. To eat a pie in peace. Good thing Sam brought his next favorite. The rice krispies treats were homemade, he made them especially for Dean's birthday.