My friend wanted me to write a Pi Day fic, so I did. You're welcome, K.
I do not own Supernatural or any associated characters, events, etc.
Sam looked over curiously when the bunker's door opened, only to leap to his feet and rush to keep the heavy metal from falling closed again. Dean staggered under five or six large boxes, a huge grin on his face. "Hey Sammy, guess what today is?" He asked brightly.
Sam gaped at him. "Uh…" He grabbed half of the boxes to keep them from tumbling to the floor, peering inside. He frowned, shooting his older brother an annoyed look. "Does it have to do with pies?" He questioned, placing the offending pastries on table.
"It's Pi Day!" Dean exclaimed, his grin not fading. "March fourteenth! Three one four! And since its two thousand fifteen, it's three one four one five! There aren't going to be any Pi Days like this for another hundred years! We have to celebrate!"
Sam raised an eyebrow, but couldn't help smiling a bit. Dean's excitement was contagious. Dean didn't seem to notice, instead sitting down and pulling one of the pies out.
"You are not eating six pies by yourself." Sam decided, pulling out a chair of his own.
His brother shot him a puppy-dog eyed look. "But it's my pie." He pouted, though the effect was ruined somewhat by the huge bite he had just taken.
Sam barked out a laugh and grabbed a pie. "This is so unhealthy." He muttered, before taking a bite.