Pie?

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Sam's POV

I just left Cass a message on his phone explaining what happened. I look over at Dean, who was watching me, waiting for me to get off the phone before we head inside. I shut the car off and unbuckle his and my seat belt. 

Dean was the first one out. I slide out of the Impala carefully, trying not to hit my head, and meet him at the front of the car. He smiles up at me and grabs my hand. We cross the road and make it to a nice little diner. 

When we get inside, the lady shows us to a booth. Dean slides in on the opposite side of me. The lady gave us our menu. I tell her that Dean would like the kid burger with fries  and coke and that I want a salad with water. She left to get our food. 

She came back with a color sheet with crayons for Dean. He said his thanks to her and I mouth thanks to her. She nods and leaves.

Dean colors for a while before the waitress comes back. She places the food on the tables along with the drinks. "If you need anything else, call me over." She said as she was leaving. 

Dean pushed the color sheet and crayons out of the way and grabbed his food. I did the same and set the drinks in front of us. I picked up my fork before looking at Dean. He has his head bowed and his hands folded. He says a quite blessing over his food before he picks up the burger. 

I sat there in shock. Not once in all the times I knew him, he NEVER did that. Then again, a lot changed when mom died. I start to eat my salad as Dean was almost done with his burger. 

We finished eating when Dean looked up at me. "Can I get pie?" He asked. I nodded and flagged down the waiter. She came over. "Do you want your bill yet?" She asked. "Can I get a slice of pie for Dean? Pecan if you can." I responded. She nodded and went to get it.

She came back and gave him the pie and placed the bill on the table. I pay for it with cash and give a nice tip for the waitress and wait for Dean to finish. He takes the last bite and stands up. 

I stand up with him and start walking to the door. He grabs my hand and pulls me in the direction of the bathroom. I walk with him to the bathroom. He does his business and we leave. 

In the car, Dean buckled up and I was about to when something pops into the back seat.

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