"Look at these chemicals. Do you even read the label?"

Sam asks, waving a box of pie in Dean's face that he had just brought home.

"No. I read pie. The rest is just blah, blah, blah."

Dean yanks his pie out of Sam's hand with a halfhearted glare, watching as you walk into the kitchen for dinner.

"My Persona, get your stupid boy toy to let me eat my pie in peace. He's actin' like I'm a freakin' whale."

Sam rolls his eyes at Dean, already opening the fridge to start offering you dinner choices.

"Dean, are you eating dinner with us or eating your dessert?"

He huffs, hand absentmindedly resting on your hip as you scour the dismal amount of food Sam had bought.

"Hell no."

Dean grunts, mouth full of cherry pie.

"I don't want your rabbit food, vegan crap."

Sam glowers at him,

"For the last time, I'm not vegan. I just don't want to go into a hunt running on cheeseburgers and coffee."

"And pie. And donuts."

Dean adds, knowing damn well what his main food groups are.

"Yeah. My point is, that's not real food."

"Oh, yeah?"

Dean counters.

"My Persona's been putting up with your 'healthy choices' for three months and look how bony she is! If you don't get her a goddamn pizza soon, I will."