The Trouble with Pie

Word of the week: crust

Word Count: 100

No spoilers - no warnings, just fun!


Walking into their moose themed hotel room, Dean stowed his keys and threw his jacket over the back of the nearest chair.

"Hi," Sam offered uncomfortably from the room's kitchenette.

Immediately picking up on his brother's tension, Dean's eyes swept the room for the cause, gripping the .45 at his back.

"Um... did you get it?" Sam questioned, nervously.

Dean's gaze, now locked on his brother, relaxed as he moved toward him nodding. "Of course... do I look like an amateur?"

"No, I just know you like your pie best hot," Sam grinned, stepping away from the still steaming crust.