Dean walked out of the store, disappointed and muttering to himself. He was saying, "How couldn't they have pie, who doesn't have pie." He could feel the gaping hole in his paper sacks of food where the pie should be, but when he saw that the new bakery across the street was open missing grocery store pie was forgotten and he put his bags inside the impala.

Dean walked across the street, humming a Metallica song to himself when he stopped in front of a bus bench. The bus bench had a sleeping girl on it, using her back pack as a pillow. Dean felt the memory of sleeping on a park bench tug on the back of his mind, from his days of John being an absent father and he felt empathy for the girl. He grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out a twenty, hoping that it would cover her bus fare to wherever she was going.

Dean was in the process of tucking it into an open pocket of her back pack when the girl's eyes flew open and she bolted up right. The words, "Get off me you perv," flew out of the girl's mouth. Dean quickly back up a few steps and looked around, embarrassed.

He noticed that people were beginning to stare and he quickly tried to say, "I was just gonna give a twenty," but the words came out jumbled and incoherent.

The girl still looked furious and she said, "Keep your hands away from me, got it!"

Dean nodded quickly, not wanting to get arrested in the town closest to the bunker, especially when he had yet to try the pie at the bakery. He just said, "Check your back pack's side pockets." The girl rolled her eyes, but did it anyway.

When she pulled out the twenty she just looked up at the guy and said, "Whatever," before standing up and storming off. Dean looked around and still saw people staring, but was relieved to find that most had moved on.

He figured that the pie could wait a day or two before heading back to the impala. Dean backed out of his parking space and was driving down the road when he saw the girl get into a semi. She clearly was planning on hitchhiking back to wherever her home was. Dean just prayed that it was anywhere in town. It would suck if he was in the store line to find the girl who had called him a perv standing in front of him.