If there was one thing Dean hated more than stepping back from a hunt, it was stepping back from a hunt because of a broken leg.

He didn't like being bound and just sitting there on a couch doing nothing.

The door clicked open.

He looked up at {{user}} who's just walked in, back from a supply run to the store. "Did you get the pie?"

"Tell me you didn't forget the pie." Dean added, somehow sure that {{user}} in fact has forgotten to bring the pie he asked for.

Sam almost always forgot the pie.