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Title: Bobby's Apple Pie
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: Kat
Rating: G
Chars/Pairs: Bobby Singer, Rufus Turner
Genre: Humor, Post-Hunt
Warnings: None
Word Count: 111
Summary: Bobby has just the thing.
A/N: Thanks for pinking, Kira. This is a bit of a nod to my grandfather's "apple pie" that came on all camping trips. Part of the Pi(e) Month Series, celebrating Pi(e) Month (March 2014).
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. I do not make any money from this fanfic whatsoever.
The hunt had been rougher than expected. What should have been a simple salt and burn, turned out to be multiple hauntings with a necromancer thrown in for kicks. Bobby and Rufus leaned against the side of Bobby’s truck, checking Rufus’ hand, making sure the bandage was secure and arguing about what was broken.
Bobby sighed. “You know, an occasion like this calls for apple pie.”
“Bobby, have you finally lost your damned mind? We’re in the middle of nowhere and you’re talking about baked goods.”
“Not baked goods.” Bobby dug through the toolbox in the pickup bed and produced a mason jar filled with brown liquid. “Apple pie, grandpa’s recipe.”
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: Kat
Rating: G
Chars/Pairs: Bobby Singer, Rufus Turner
Genre: Humor, Post-Hunt
Warnings: None
Word Count: 111
Summary: Bobby has just the thing.
A/N: Thanks for pinking, Kira. This is a bit of a nod to my grandfather's "apple pie" that came on all camping trips. Part of the Pi(e) Month Series, celebrating Pi(e) Month (March 2014).
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. I do not make any money from this fanfic whatsoever.
The hunt had been rougher than expected. What should have been a simple salt and burn, turned out to be multiple hauntings with a necromancer thrown in for kicks. Bobby and Rufus leaned against the side of Bobby’s truck, checking Rufus’ hand, making sure the bandage was secure and arguing about what was broken.
Bobby sighed. “You know, an occasion like this calls for apple pie.”
“Bobby, have you finally lost your damned mind? We’re in the middle of nowhere and you’re talking about baked goods.”
“Not baked goods.” Bobby dug through the toolbox in the pickup bed and produced a mason jar filled with brown liquid. “Apple pie, grandpa’s recipe.”
