E/O Drabble Challenge
Challenge Word: FRAGILE
Word Count: 400 - Wrote a quadruple drabble for this one.
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Disclaimer: Neither the boys nor anything related to Supernatural belongs to me. I'm just having some fun with the boys, playing around with Eric Kripke's sandbox.
DO NOT FOLD, SPINDLE, OR MUTILATE
By: Vanessa Sgroi
Sam frowned as he pulled the sturdy square box out of the post office box they tended to use while in residence at the bunker. Addressed to Dean—or more precisely one of his preferred pseudonyms—Sam was tempted to shake the box except for the FRAGILE stamp inked prominently on top. The return address was listed as P.I.E., Inc., located in Katz, Texas.
Gathering the box and a few envelopes that likely contained credit cards, Sam hurried back to the Impala. During the quick trip the bunker, Sam's curious gaze kept slipping to the mystery box sitting in the passenger seat. Why would Dean be getting a box in the mail marked FRAGILE? More importantly, what's in it?
Crossing the threshold of their own personal "Batcave", Sam found Dean sitting at one of the long tables in the middle of the main room. Without delay, he marched to his brother and placed the mysterious box on the table directly in front of Dean. "This came for you."
"It came?" Dean's face lit up with sheer delight, and he immediately began to tear at the tape.
"What's in it?" blurted Sam, finally overcome by curiosity.
After a few more seconds of ripping tape, Dean triumphantly withdrew a large plastic-wrapped circle from within the confines of the box. "This!"
"Pie? You sent away for a pie?!" Sam's expression bordered on crestfallen as the mystery item was revealed.
"Not just any pie, Sam!" exclaimed Dean enthusiastically. "THIS pie! It's the multi-award-winning National Pie of the Year!" Tearing away the plastic, Dean raised the pie to his face, inhaling the scent of buttery pastry and sugar appreciatively. "And it's in line to become the next 'Most Scrumptious Pie in the World' at their upcoming pie pageant!"
Sam's eyebrows rose toward his hairline. "Pie pageant?"
Dean offered up a blinding mega-watt grin. "Yep. They're airing it on cable next week."
"Great—for you that'll be like pie porn." Sam eyed the confection, admitting only to himself that it looked utterly fantastic. "Can I have a piece?"
Dean's arms suddenly circled the pie in a universal "all mine" gesture. "I thought you didn't like pie?"
"In this instance I'll make an exception!"
Disgruntled, Dean eyed Sam up and down for a moment before relenting. "Fine. Go get a plate and two forks."
"Yes!"
"Just remember…you're only getting one piece!" called Dean at Sam's retreating back.
FIN
A/N: Congratulations to fellow SPN writer, bhoney, on publishing her first novel.