You crept down the stairs, stepping on the edges so as not to make a sound. Silently, you snuck across the wooden floor, careful not to step on any of the obstacles illuminated by the faint moonlight. You had promised yourself you wouldn’t do this. You wanted to be good.

Dean stopped dead in his tracks as he entered the kitchen. Y/N! he hollered. Freezing where you sat fork half way to your mouth. The last piece of pie sitting halfway-eaten on your plate

It had been a good pie. I had had a craving for something sweet and the only thing I found was one slice of pie hidden in the fridge. Dean had probably hid it in there for some late night snack.