"Y'know, for a dead chick, Bobby's wife sure does make a fine pie."

Dean says with his mouth full, sitting next to you at a diner in Sioux Falls, Sam eyeing him with annoyance from across the table.

"You ate it?"

Dean scoffs, swallowing his burger.

"Hell yeah I ate it, and it was damn good."

He glances over at you, checking to make sure you'd eaten at least half your food, which you had.

"You had some pie, right darlin'? It was good. Tell Sammy it was good."

You look up, a little preoccupied.

"Oh…yeah it was good."

Dean frowns, brushing your hair behind your ear lovingly.

"I know that face. What're you thinkin' about?"

You sigh, looking into his concerned green eyes.

"I dunno just…something isn't right. Bobby's in denial about this whole thing I mean…his wife died ages ago. And now she's suddenly alive and well? We're gonna have to..y'know.."

"Gank her."

Dean interrupts.

"Yeah, I know, darlin'."

He sighs, putting his head on your shoulder.

"But for the record, we gotta get her pie recipe before she goes. Sammy needs to make me some pastries."