A/N: Howdy, ya'll. Here's a story about the ever famous pie. Enjoy! Oh- and remember: Reviews are life. Send me one XD

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Sam was putting on his coat, getting ready to go to the store when Dean yelled at him from the couch, "Don't forget the pie this time, okay?"

Sam slipped the keys to the Impala in his pocket. "When have I ever forgotten the pie?"

"Need I remind you that one night in-"

Sam glared at him. "Seriously, man? I was kidnapped by Azazel and dumped in the middle of nowhere to play 'Hunger Games'with a bunch of other psychics."

Dean scratched his head awkwardly as he remembered the horrific disappearance of his brother. "Oh, yeah… Then what about that time where my leg was busted up and you brought me cake instead of pie?!"

"What's the difference?"

"Dude, the difference between cake and pie is like the difference between Heaven and Earth. Pie is the food of the gods and cake is… well, it isn't as good as pie. Nothing beats pie."

Sam rolls his eyes. "Sure."

But Dean was not finished there. "And then there was that time when I came back from Hell and you took a trip to the store, only to bring back… guess what? That's right: Nada."

Sam rolls his eyes. "Okay, okay. I get it already. Pie"

Dean nods. "Attaboy, Sammy."

Miraculously, Sam returned a half an hour later, a container of apple pie in a plastic bag.