Pie. Cherry pie. Cherry pie, Dutch apple pie, blueberry pie, pecan pie, and a glorious, glistening, piled high strawberry cheesecake pie.
Accompanied by a slap upside the head when someone, said that isn’t a real pie.
Today was a day of celebration and pie. And a few dollar store balloons just to be funny.
Dean had already flipped off Crowley when he tried to ‘be of help’ that morning. Annoying demons, pesky angels and the impending apocalypse can shove it for another day.
You and Dean had taken residence on the worn couch in Rufus’s cabin as soon as you returned from the closest convenience store, the cluttered chest cleared off then covered in pies and the small tv playing something besides porn for once.
“Get your cake loving ass away from my pie Sammy.” Dean glared and hugged the pie tin to his chest when said Moose tried to snatch a piece
“Our pie.” you correct him, and take one of the pies.
Sam let out a huff “You two have four pies, you can’t give me one slice?”
Both you and Dean look up at him, mouths stuffed with pie “No.”
“And it’s five pies.” Dean adds
Sam rolls his eyes and sits at the chair near the chest “You bought five pies and didn’t even pick up a cake so I could have anything. Nice.” he pouts, glancing at the pies
Serving yourself another piece of pie and you can’t help but feel offended by Sam. “You’re a disgrace. An utter disgrace.”
Dean nodded, swallowing his pie “I told you, he’s horrible. What kind of monster compares cake to pie.”
Sam yelped when you smacked his hand with a fork for trying to sneak a slice of pie.
“You know, you’re both horrible. I get you birthday balloons and you wont even let me have one piece of stupid pie.”
“Pie isn’t stupid, you are.” Dean stuck his tongue out when Sam rolled his eyes.
Walking towards the door Sam grabbed his jacket and turned back to the pair sitting happily with the pies “I’m going out.” he declared “And I’m going to have a healthy and delicious salad cup, and have a slice of cake too. So I hope you enjoy your precious pies!” he sneers and slams the door shut in a unhappy moose fashion.
“Welp, more pies for us.” Dean said while sliding another onto his plate.
“He forgot his wallet.” you noted as the sound of the Impala got further from the cabin.
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