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A Winchester had a healthy appetite. It came with the name. It didn’t matter how old, small, tall they were, you put a full plate in front of them and it was getting cleaned up. No one ever talked about leftovers, about meals too spicy, sweet, big.
Of course, that was before John saw his eldest attack the Pie eating record in this small town. The pies here were monsters, in their own right; filled with fruits none of them could spell and probably never ate in a natural state.
So John readied himself to deal with Dean’s first indigestion.