Disclaimer: These things are pointless. We mostly write them to be witty, but to cover all my bases and pray to the Almighty Chuck that I won't get into some kind of trouble I will write this disclaimer out. I don't own Supernatural or it's characters. Maybe that's a good thing.
Author's Notes: I wrote this because I had nothing better to do. I wanted to write something fun before I tackled a serious fic again. I enjoy writing stories like this though. I enjoy making people smile and laugh. I hope this made you laugh or roll your eyes. Anyways, enjoy it!
Dean's Very Important Mission
Nobody was going to stop him. No one. No way. No how. His mind was focused on this one task before him, this one very important mission and he wasn't going to let anyone stop him or get in his way.
He drove down the dimly lit country back road. The music was on, but wasn't jacked up as loud as usual and he was alone. It was just the way he liked it sometimes. His brother was at the hotel researching a case and Castiel was off doing who knows what, probably talking to the bees or something. He didn't care at the moment.
His mission led him to the small local 24 hours grocery store. It was the only thing that remained open this time of night besides the police station. He parked the impala in the near deserted parking lot and got out, shutting the door.
He made his way in the grocery store. It was practically deserted, just like the parking lot and only one cashier was open. That was fine. He didn't feel like being around a lot of people. If he had, he would've just found a Walmart or something. He grabbed a basket instead of a cart. He walked to the cold beverage aisle and got a six pack of beer, then made his way to the bakery.
This was the purpose of his mission. The mission he couldn't even intrust his own brother with due to his many failures at completing missions of this type. His sole focus was on that one heavenly piece of baked goodness.
He made his way over to the delicious goodness that awaited him. Excitement was building up, as was the saliva in his mouth. Before him, in different flavors, was pie. Glorious, wonderful, heavenly delicious pie. He grabbed an apple pie.
Back at the hotel, Dean sat at the table and ate his pie and let out a loud moan of pleasure. Sam rolled his eyes, but Dean didn't care. He had pie.
Fin