Five secrets that no one will ever know, until they do

Bobby has a secret. His kitchen is a mess, half his pots and pans are dented or rusted, or both. But his pie form? That's in top-notch condition.

He hides it from view, stashed behind a pot greasy enough to give someone a coronary just from holding it; gets it out a couple of hours before Sam and Dean show up.

"I don't get it," Dean mumbles around a mouthful of his third apple-pie slice. "Where do you get these awesome pies, here, in the middle of nowhere?"

Bobby smiles knowingly, cutting a piece for himself. "Home delivery."

There's a file on the computer that has no name. Its password locked and hidden in the spam files.

The fact that a password is involved is enough to catch Dean's attention. Sam being the computer wizard of the family means only that it takes Dean thirty minutes to do what Sam would've done in twenty. The password is Gesundheit, which for some reason or another, strikes Dean as odd.

Until he sees the pictures of women in slutty dirndls. Sculptured blond women mostly wearing (and some not even that) German traditional clothing.

Sam's porn stash is weird like that.

John closes the phone and pushed it inside his pocket. A hole Sam-sized is draining his heart of life and he's not exactly sure where Dean's at, but he's pretty sure that he ain't sober by now.

Adam's birthday is new week and he wasn't going to go. He changed his mind now. His youngest slammed the door on his face to go to college and his oldest won't ever leave, but is slowly breaking apart and Adam... Adam's his do-over. John's chance to be a father.

John packs his bags and doesn't wait for Dean to come back.

They drew straws this time. Which is why Dean's stuck in the library and Sam's out there, interviewing the victims.

There's already a pile of books on the table and Dean's eyes are tearing up. He looks around, makes sure that no one is paying attention to his corner of the world and grabs his backpack. Side pocket, hidden by the two extra clips of 9 mms rounds, there's a hard grey case, size of a opened hand.

Dean opens the case and slips the glasses on his face, sighting in relief when the words finally come in to focus.

Dean wasn't part of the plan. Lilith had promised her that the pesky older brother was taken cared of.

But when she opens the door to finally get the pizzas they've been waiting forever to get there, it's not pizza-boy who greets her.

It's him.

The pain in her ass.

The whole reason why she was forced to play dumb and submissive to Sam for longer that she would ever wished for. Ruby had really thought that things would go easier now.

Staring at the weirded out face of stupid, dickless Dean, she can see that she was clearly wrong.