The winchester brothers

you make a pie for dean:

Umm.... what happened here asked Sam. I can explain you said.

Two hours earlier...

Dean I'm bored,are you? No. Well I'm bored. Why don't you make something. I can make pie. Yeah!!!,dean yelled. Okay, what fruit do you want? Apple,please. Alright, I have to borrow the Impala to get the apples though. Uhh,fine,but only because I want you to make me a pie. Hey dean. Yeah. Remember the scarecrow hunt we went on a long time ago. Yeah. Why are we stupid enough to even go on a hunt with pagan gods? Someone has to,why not us. Your a singer,and were Winchesters? I mean the Winchesters are the world's best hunters and your the second best. Don't you ever get tired of it thought I mean seriously how many times have we stopped the apocalypse? Twice at least. Well I'll say it again, some one has to. Yeah your right. Just then you pulled in to the store. Yay,you said. Alright you have five minutes before I leave you here. Alright then jerk face. Bye y/n/n. Don't call me that,only Sam can. Fine jerkwad. *Three minutes later*. Dean I got the apples you said getting in the car. Took you long enough. Well did you want old rotten apples or fresh from the orchard? Oh. Yeah. All right back to the bunker good sir. Y/n I'm not a butler. Says who, you said. Says me. Your vote doesn't count dean. Says who. Says me. But your vote doesn't count y/n. Shut up dean. When you get back you get every thing set up and mixed except for the flour. Just then dean came and tried to sneak up behind you and let's just say tried to make you a fake ghost by covering you in flour,what's sad is that he accomplished it. By the time Sam got back it was an all out flour war in the bunker. Umm... what happened here asked Sam. Uhh I can explain... and so started the story.