June 6th excerpt:
Dean made a beeline for the pie. “You can have all the fries you want. This pie is mine.”
Sam grinned as he started to piece together a mimic of Jacob’s chicken sandwich, trying to get all of the vegetables down to a reasonable size. “It’s not like you can even finish that slice of pie,” he pointed out dryly.
“Hey!” Dean sent him an offended glare as he leaned over and sliced off the end of the pie. It was carefully balanced on the tip of his knife. “One day I’ll finish an entire pie without anyone’s help, and you’ll be wishin’ you had your own.”
