Title: Pie in a Motel RoomRating: GDescription: A quick glimpse of Dean on his birthday, because after 9.11 the thought of it hurt. (Gen)Warnings: Spoiler for season 9 up to 9.11Length: Drabble (100 words)Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys and their world don't belong to me.*damn*
Dean doesn’t ask how. If it’s a dream, he doesn’t want to wake.
There’s a rich aroma of coffee, and steam curls against the stained green swirl of wallpaper.
Sam leans against the funky old room screen. His fingers curl elegantly around a paper bag, and he smiles softly at his brother. He looks good.
Dean licks his lips and grins, “That better be pie,” he announces, and lunges for the prize.
Sam feints snatching it away, then relents.
“We chose each other,” is all Sam says, but Dean hears ‘Happy Birthday’, and ‘It’s gonna be okay, Dean’.