"Dean, come on... Can't we just go back to the motel?" Sam complained, staring pointedly at the bar in front of them.

Dean huffed as he got out of the impala, shutting the door. "Listen, we deserve this. That vampire was a real pain in the ass." Dean said, convincing Sam to follow him into the bar. It was a small establishment, there was nothing that was really special. There were groups of people scattered around, talking in whispers with a few cackles here and there.

Sam sighed as the two brothers sat down, Dean ordering a beer, Sam ordering water. The two sat in silence for a while, unable to think of anything to say. The waitress broke the silence as she walked up to the duo, a big smile on her face. Sam and Dean exchanged quizzical looks as the waitress set the drinks down.

"Congratulations! You're our one thousandth customer! As a token of appreciation we would like to provide you with free, all you can eat pie for the rest of the night!" She exclaimed.

Dean's face broke out into a grin, and, after seeing it, Sam proceeded to slam his head on the table, not bothering to lift it. Dean shrugged it off, instead turning to the cheerful waitress.

"Does that include free beer?" Asked Dean, taking a sip of his glass. The waitress nodded.

"Of course! This is a momentous occasion after all!" She said. Another thud resounded as Sam slammed his head on the table once more.

Dean's grin widened. "In that case, I'll have an apple pie and..." He finished his glass in one large gulp. "Another beer." The waitress happily took the glass and walked away, fetching the pie and drink.

"See Sammy? I told you we should have come! Look how right I was!" He said, looking at his defeated, younger brother.

He simply got a groan in response.

*Six beers and four pies later...*

"Sam... I can't do it... I can't eat this one..." Dean whimpered, staring at his fifth pie. Sam looked at his brother, doubtful of his sobriety, and reluctantly answered.

"Why can't you eat it?" Sam asked, sighing. Dean sniffled.

"I can't... Sammy, I think I'm in love..." Sam's eyebrows furrowed, looking at his brother. Dean's words were slurring together, he was most definitely drunk. "This is probably the most lovely, beautiful pie I've ever seen... Sam I have to keep it! I love this one!" Sam rolled his eyes, getting up and lifting his brother up with him.

"I think it's time to go..." Said Sam, attempting to drag the older away from the table. Dean managed to gulp down his seventh beer and grab his pie before leaving, arm pulled by Sam.

Dean was muttering the whole drive back to the motel. "Pie, I will never leave you. You are the light of my life. I love you pie. I will do anything for you!"

When they arrived, Sam had to drag Dean once again, fumbling with the keys, but eventually getting in. Dean was still gripping his pie with white knuckles, hugging it intensely like he would die if he let go. Dean sat down in a chair at the table, staring intently at the pie. Sam rubbed his temples in frustration. Sam yanked the pie from Dean's grasp, wincing as Dean cried out.

"Nooooo!!!! Don't take mah pie! My love! I will never forget you!" Dean cried, reaching out for his pie as Sam set it on the table. He then proceeded to shove Dean on the bed, throwing a blanket over him and watching as almost instantly he fell asleep.

"Night, jerk." Sam said, laying down on the other bed.

Dean woke up suddenly to ice cold water being dumped onto his head. He immediately shot up, yelping.

"GAH!! The hell, Sam?!" He yelled, shaking water out of his hair. Sam shrugged.

"You weren't getting up. We should be heading out." Sam said, sitting at the table and opening his laptop. Dean groaned and flopped back onto the bed, his head pounding and stomach upside down. His eyes wandered across the room as another groan escaped his lips. Finally, he settled for staring at the table. There was something missing...

"Hey Sammy..." He started, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Mmm?" Sam replied, not bothering to look up from his laptop.

"There's something missing... I just know it..." He pondered, racking his brain for what it could be. His head still hurt though, he must have been really wasted last night...

"Well it can't be that important-" Sam began, but was interrupted by Dean's shout.

"My pie! My love!" Dean's cry was quickly followed by Sam slamming his head on the table once more.