Post by Dean Winchester on May 7, 2013 12:42:59 GMT -5
It was 8 'o' clock in the a.m.
For most people the only pastries they had a taste for that early in the morning was of the breakfast variety.
Whether it was bagel, donuts, or scones (what the hell was a scone, anyway?!) Dean was sure anyone of them was just fine, but what he craved more than anything was a big ole slice 'o' pie.
Apple, cherry, key lime...the elder Winchester really didn't care what kind as long as he got a piece, though a little angel on his left shoulder kept reminding him that fruit was good for breakfast. So maybe he'd go that route.
Sammy was still sleeping soundly ( or snoring like Sasquatch was more like it) so Dean didn't bother to wake him before he grabbed the keys and headed out. Little brother had been telling him everything was fine and dandy but from the looks of those empty eyes and the luggage going on underneath them, the hunter figured Sam could use the extra shut eye.
God knew he'd been doing plenty tossing and turning during the dark hours that he probably hadn't gotten much rest out of them.
Probably nightmares.
Dean knew allllll about those frightening hellish flashbacks and was well aware they weren't the happiest reveries to relive so asking about it was out of the question. He'd given Sam the 'I'm here if you need to talk' speech more than a few times so it went without saying, but he'd gotten the brush off so he doubted little brother was gonna' open up any time soon.
When and if he did, which the elder Winchester suspected would be whenever it got too much to bare, he'd be right there. Natch.
Dean pulled the Chevy Impala into a space at the same he shook his head at that thought. Whatever Sam was holding in was gon' tear him apart and he just hoped his little bro would let him help put the pieces back together.
Climbing out and locking up his baby tight, Dean strolled into the bakery and stopped dead in his tracks at all the sweet and crusty. His green eyes grew wide like a rich kid's on Christmas morning and his mouth went slack; the pie hole watering so much he had to swallow hard and fast to keep from drowning.
Drifting up to the counter, his gaze was all back and forth, back and forth; there was every kind of pie you could think of.
How was a man s'posed to figure out which one to order?!
The employee behind the counter smiled sweetly but all the hunter could do was stare at the goodies.
(The pies, of course!)
"Pie...I need pie."
For most people the only pastries they had a taste for that early in the morning was of the breakfast variety.
Whether it was bagel, donuts, or scones (what the hell was a scone, anyway?!) Dean was sure anyone of them was just fine, but what he craved more than anything was a big ole slice 'o' pie.
Apple, cherry, key lime...the elder Winchester really didn't care what kind as long as he got a piece, though a little angel on his left shoulder kept reminding him that fruit was good for breakfast. So maybe he'd go that route.
Sammy was still sleeping soundly ( or snoring like Sasquatch was more like it) so Dean didn't bother to wake him before he grabbed the keys and headed out. Little brother had been telling him everything was fine and dandy but from the looks of those empty eyes and the luggage going on underneath them, the hunter figured Sam could use the extra shut eye.
God knew he'd been doing plenty tossing and turning during the dark hours that he probably hadn't gotten much rest out of them.
Probably nightmares.
Dean knew allllll about those frightening hellish flashbacks and was well aware they weren't the happiest reveries to relive so asking about it was out of the question. He'd given Sam the 'I'm here if you need to talk' speech more than a few times so it went without saying, but he'd gotten the brush off so he doubted little brother was gonna' open up any time soon.
When and if he did, which the elder Winchester suspected would be whenever it got too much to bare, he'd be right there. Natch.
Dean pulled the Chevy Impala into a space at the same he shook his head at that thought. Whatever Sam was holding in was gon' tear him apart and he just hoped his little bro would let him help put the pieces back together.
Climbing out and locking up his baby tight, Dean strolled into the bakery and stopped dead in his tracks at all the sweet and crusty. His green eyes grew wide like a rich kid's on Christmas morning and his mouth went slack; the pie hole watering so much he had to swallow hard and fast to keep from drowning.
Drifting up to the counter, his gaze was all back and forth, back and forth; there was every kind of pie you could think of.
How was a man s'posed to figure out which one to order?!
The employee behind the counter smiled sweetly but all the hunter could do was stare at the goodies.
(The pies, of course!)
"Pie...I need pie."