Your stomach dropped when you heard Dean say this from the kitchen. You'd eaten it a couple hours before and had hoped he wouldn't notice. He walked into the bunker library where you sat, trying to look as innocent as possible. You looked up at him.
"Hi."
"Did you eat my pie?" he asked and you tried to hide the blush from your cheeks. He noticed the change in your skin's color and glared at you. "You did, didn't you?"
"N-no," you said, lowering your head so your hair would fall in front of your face and hide it. He walked to the table, closed the book your were reading and grabbed your chin. He turned your head so you were facing him.
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm not lying," you said, standing up from your chair and moving away from him. He followed you as you tried to walk to the doorway. He grabbed your shoulder and turned you back around to face him. He quickly leaned in and breathed in.
"You smell like apples." You couldn't hide your guilty smile now. He leaned in closer and said, "do you know what happens to people who steal my pie?"
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