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Going Shopping
Chapter 2 – Bakery
Dean followed his nose. He could smell the heavenly sweet bouquet of apples baked with cinnamon. This store had an in-house bakery and he knew what they were making today, apple pie. It could be Old Fashioned apple pie or maybe Dutch apple pie or Apple pie with crumb top, whatever. He loved them all: Holiday pies with just a touch of nutmeg, open lattice pie with whipped cream, deep dish apple pie swimming in luscious juice.
He strode through the store in seek and destroy mode; more like seek and eat mode. If he was very lucky and if the baker was female maybe he could score some Apple crisps made of left over dough and passed out as samples.
He stood before the bakery counter breathing deeply. His eyes fluttered closed so he could concentrate on simply breathing the spice filled air. A woman's voice broke into his daydream. "My, my. you must really love apple pie."
Another voice, a man's voice, his brother's voice, broke his focus and Dean's eyes flew open. Before him was a vision of loveliness, a flushed woman in a baker's hat with a smudge of flour beside her nose. In her hand was a delectable morsel of apple crisp.
"You have him pegged," Sam said to the baker lady. "He's a complete slut for apple pie. He'll do whatever you want of him for a taste of apple pie. Trust me, I know."
The baker lady blushed. "Really? And what about you?" she said to Sam. "What would you do for apple pie?"
"Who, me?" Sam answered. "Oh, I'm not really into pie. I'm more of a bread man myself."
Sam slid a hand firmly over Dean's ass and then pinched him. Dean yelped.
"Nothing I like better than a firm pair of buns."