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dudeimbatman) wrote2009-01-05 12:18 am
dudeimbatman) wrote2009-01-05 12:18 am
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on_thecouchPie as a cureall
[An apple a day keeps the doctor away]
“Dude, pull over. I want some pie,” Dean smacked Sam in the arm with the back of his hand. It was well past midnight but the diner ahead had their lights shining brightly. The sign promised they were open twenty four hours a day.
“Dean, it’s nearly one in the morning. Brooke’s asleep…you don’t need pie,” Sam said, his fingers curling tighter around the steering wheel.
“We’ve been driving for hours. I need friggin’ apple pie,” Dean insisted. He wasn’t two, really.
Sam sighed and rolled his eyes because there was no use in arguing with Dean. Particularly over apple pie. “You do remember what happened last time you insisted you needed pie?”
Dean glared at him. “Your bitch ass is staying in the car with Brooke. I’m going in to get the pie.”
“Good. Get me a hot dog with extra onions,” Sam smirked as he pulled the Impala into the parking lot.
Dean muttered under his breath, got out of the car and went inside to get the pie. He came out a few minutes later with two large coffees, two pieces of apple pie and a hot dog with extra onions. He passed out the food and Sam pulled out of the parking lot while Dean shoveled down pie. Once he was done, they’d switch drivers and Sam would eat his hot dog and pie.
“Apple pie good?”
“Oh hell yeah,” Dean answered, his mouth still half full. “You know what they say, Sammy. An apple a day keeps the doctor away.”
“Dude, pull over. I want some pie,” Dean smacked Sam in the arm with the back of his hand. It was well past midnight but the diner ahead had their lights shining brightly. The sign promised they were open twenty four hours a day.
“Dean, it’s nearly one in the morning. Brooke’s asleep…you don’t need pie,” Sam said, his fingers curling tighter around the steering wheel.
“We’ve been driving for hours. I need friggin’ apple pie,” Dean insisted. He wasn’t two, really.
Sam sighed and rolled his eyes because there was no use in arguing with Dean. Particularly over apple pie. “You do remember what happened last time you insisted you needed pie?”
Dean glared at him. “Your bitch ass is staying in the car with Brooke. I’m going in to get the pie.”
“Good. Get me a hot dog with extra onions,” Sam smirked as he pulled the Impala into the parking lot.
Dean muttered under his breath, got out of the car and went inside to get the pie. He came out a few minutes later with two large coffees, two pieces of apple pie and a hot dog with extra onions. He passed out the food and Sam pulled out of the parking lot while Dean shoveled down pie. Once he was done, they’d switch drivers and Sam would eat his hot dog and pie.
“Apple pie good?”
“Oh hell yeah,” Dean answered, his mouth still half full. “You know what they say, Sammy. An apple a day keeps the doctor away.”