Drabble

A/N: This is where I'm going to stick any drabbles that I have.

I do not own supernatural. This isn't perfect I didn't spend much time editing.

Summary: Dean gives all the good snacks to Sammy. And loves pie, especially cherry. Kid Dean and Kid Cas. Enjoy.

Monday

"Hey Jo, can I have some of your pie?" Dean rocked back and forth on his heels expectantly.

"Well, it's not a very big piece" Jo explained "but I might be willing to trade for something, whaddya got?"

"Well I gave all the good stuff to Sam, but I have a peanut butter sandwich." Dean said sort of pathetically. Jo sighed and cut the pie in half with her fork, and Dean went to grab the sandwich out of his lunch bag.

"No Dean, that's okay. You don't have to give me part of your sandwich, but you owe me." She said seriously. Dean leaned in and kissed her cheek, she quickly wiped at her face.

"Thanks Jo, put it on my tab." Dean said as he skipped off with his half of her apple pie. He had racked quite a bit of debt with all the girls in his grade, and even a few in higher grades, he was quite the lady charmer.

Tuesday

"I couldn't help but notice you have cool ranch Dorito's for lunch today" Dean said nonchalantly

"I couldn't help but notice you have nothing of worth to trade with me" the little girl said impatiently, she had fallen victim to this scam before and she wasn't having it today. She was a fourth grade, a whole two grades above Dean.

"That's not true Ruby." Dean said making a kissy face, Ruby took him by surprise and smooched him right on the lips.

"EW!" Dean said rubbing at his lips furiously, while Ruby just laughed.

"Here, you can have the whole bag. I don't like cool ranch anyway." She threw away the rest of her lunch and headed towards the playground.

Wednesday

They got a new student that day, Castiel. He was wearing a button up shirt that was tucked into his pants, and he had on a sweater, a cadigarn or at least that's what Dean thought they were called. He looked like one of those kids that had the crusts cut off their sandwiches. Dean licked his lips; he wouldn't have to kiss any girls today.

"You know, there's no dress code at this school, you don't have to dress all fancy." Dean was talking to the kid at lunch.

"Well, my mom says there's nothing wrong with dressing nicely and I agree with her." He said refusing to be bothered by the energetic boy across from him. He began to unpack the food from his lunch box and arrange it neatly in front of him.

"Wow, you hit the jackpot. Is your mom Martha Stewart or something?" Dean joked.

"No, my mothers name is Ruth Novak. Who is Martha Stewart?" Castiel deadpanned.

"It was a joke, and she's a TV lady." Dean said defensively.

"I don't watch TV." Castiel explained

Thursday

"Hey! Casti- Cast- Caste- Cas! Wait up!" dean shouted after the boy, who didn't stop for Dean to catch up. How rude. He caught up with him as he settled at a table, Deans face was flushed, making his freckles stand out more than usual. He pulled out his peanut butter sandwich, but was eyeing Cas' dessert, a piece of chocolate cake.

"I'll give you half of my sandwich for some of you cake" Dean suggested.

"why did the chicken cross the road?" Cas replied.

"I don't know?" Dean said wondering how the subjects connected.

"To get to the other side." Cas said Laughing through the words.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Dean inquired.

"Well, I assumed you were making another joke, so I thought I'd make one in return." Castiel offered. Dean couldn't help but laugh, the kid was so sassy, without even realizing it. Cas just continued eating.

Friday

Cas pulled out a cherry pie. Deans mouth watered, cherry pie was his favorite thing ever; he would do anything for just a bite of this pie.

"If you let me have a piece of your pie I'll be your best friend forever."

"Don't need friends."

"I'll be your slave for a week."

"Stuck with you for a week, no thanks."

"I'll give you money."

"I'm seven, why would I need money?"

"Thank god you said no, because I have no money." Cas cracked a smile at that, he hated to admit it but the green eyed ball of energy was growing on him. It continued on like this for ten minutes, but with less smiling. Finally Cas cracked, but not in the manner Dean had hoped.

"WHY DON"T YOU HAVE YOUR MOTHER MAKE YOU SOME PIE?!" Cas shouted, and immediately felt bad. He felt even worse as dean whispered his answer, "Because I don't have one." And before Cas could apologize, dean had run off to the empty playground.

Cas ran after him, making sue to bring the pie with. He found him on the swings, with tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"s'okay" you didn't know" Dean said looking up, Cas saw the tears in his eyes.

"I didn't mean to make you cry" he said.

"I'm not crying" Dean said rubbing at his eyes "I'm allergic to . . . woodchips okay?" Cas nodded and sat on the swing next to him offering the pie. Dean's face lit up as he took it, looking up to face Castiel.

"I owe you one."

"No you don't." Dean leaned over and pecked Cas' cheek. Cas hesitated before wiping his cheek.

"Gross."

Fin

A/N: thanks for reading, reviews are appreciated.