It was early morning. At least Sam was pretty sure it was still early morning. They'd eaten breakfast a little after eight am, and it was not quite nine am now – if Sam's watch was still working, which it seemed to be. After breakfast, he'd offered to do the dishes but Dean'd waved him out of the kitchen with the Very-Dean remark,
"Go back to the library and man some letters, Man of Letters."
So, Sam had gone back the books and research while Dean stayed in the kitchen. Only now, Sam was sure he smelled pie.
Pie. At not quite nine o'clock in the morning, Dean was making pie?
Sure enough, not two minutes later, Dean came into the library carrying a tray that held two cups of coffee and two plates of pie.
Square pie.
"What kind of pie is this?" Sam asked as Dean set it in front of him.
"Apple."
"No, I mean – why is it square?"
Dean shot him a look like he was surprised to hear that question.
"Because it's March 14th." He answered in the same 'why would you even ask that?' tone as he sat in the next chair with his own pie and coffee.
"Yeah. And?"
"Three point one four?" Dean rolled his eyes and huffed. "Mr. Stanford Full-Ride?"
Sam thought, but not too long.
"Yeah? And? What has that got to do with the pie being square? Pie is supposed to be round."
"Not today, Buddy Boy. Today isn't the day pie are round." Dean said. He ate a forkful of pie and gave Sam a broad grin. "Today is the day when Pi R Squared."
Sam thought about it again and groaned.
"Pi. Three point one four is Pi. Ugh." He ignored the smug look Dean was giving him and took his first bite of pie, and then said quietly, "Told you that you're a genius."
The End.
