AN: Twelfth in my vocab oneshot series. Enjoy! Cookies for any reviews!
Disclaimer: Me no Eric Kripke.
A Serious Offense
Dean was outraged. It was simply unacceptable. He was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. The tense silence in the Impala was making Sam slightly nervous even if his brother's anger wasn't directed at him. Sam had learned that when Dean was angry, it was often best to just get out of the way. The younger brother moved to switch on the radio, but froze when Dean fixed him with a glare. Sam raised his hands in surrender and leaned back against his seat.
His brother's foul mood had persisted since their last stop. Dean had returned to the Impala claiming that some lady had allegedly offended him in the deepest way possible. Sam had been waiting in the car at the time, but he could wager a fairly accurate guess about what had happened inside. It wasn't the first time that something like this had happened.
Dean pulled into a dinner parking lot and marched inside with Sam tailing after him. "The best damn pie you have," Dean growled, accosting the waitress behind the counter. The girl was nonplussed and glanced at Sam. He gave a slight nod, and the waitress hurried away. The brothers sat down at the counter, and Sam decided that it would be better idea to broach the subject after Dean got his pie. The way that the napkin in his brother's hands was slowly being mutilated disturbed him slightly.
A slice of cherry pie appeared in front of Dean. He grabbed a fork and dug in with gusto. The older Winchester gave a sigh of contentment and closed his eyes; Sam snorted at his brother's duplicity. The effect that pie had on his brother's mood was ridiculous.
"Better?" Sam asked. At Dean's grunt he continued, "So what happened at the 24-hour convenience store we last stopped at?"
Dean's green eyes opened and grew stormy. "That… That woman!" he spat. "Is a disgrace to pie everywhere!" The fork hit the counter as Dean turned to face Sam and use his hands to gesture. "She said some crap about the 'paucity of the fruit crop this year,' so they were all out of pie! I mean, what sort of convenience store doesn't sell pie!" Dean's voice dropped an octave, and he said quietly, "And then, she had nerve to offer me… Cake." His voice dripped with loathing as he whispered the last word.
Sam covered his mouth with a hand to hide his smile. His prediction was dead on. When he had composed himself, he shook his head, feigning sympathy, "Adding insult to injury."
"I know! She then went on and on about how great their cake was and I just wanted to-"
"Dean!" Sam cut him off. They had been getting concerned looks from other patrons, especially when Dean started to mime strangling someone. He motioned exasperatedly to the plate in front of his brother, "Just eat your pie."
Dean's eyes narrowed. He picked up his fork and wrapped an arm protectively around the plate. "My pie."