Asian Porn and Pumpkin Pie
Smallville/Supernatural . Chlean
PG-13 (mentions pr0n)
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"What do you mean there's no pie?"
"Sir…"
"It's Thanksgiving and you don't have any pie? No coconut custard… pumpkin? Hell, I'd even settle for shoo fly."
"Sir, as I've said before…"
"Yeah, no pie. Just great." He stood up slinging his jacket over his shoulders and made his way out of diner. He was almost out into the streets when he heard a very familiar voice stop him.
"No pie for Dean Winchester… that should be illegal." He turned around and smirked when he saw the snarky blonde standing there in front of him with a smile.
"Why if it isn't Miss Chloe Sullivan. Long time, no see." He drawled out as his eyes trailed up and down her body.
"Yeah, well, as I recall you kind of suck with technology these days. I wasn't sure if I could trust you with a simple email. Your techno-wizard of a brother, sure, but you? I heard Sam's computer is still frozen from your… Asian porn, was it not?" She grinned his way as she folded her arms in front of her to ward off the chilly breeze.
He chuckled nervously as he scratched the back of his head, "Huh, yeah… was doing some research for... a hunt. Came across an succubus, had to look some things up." She stood there staring at him with that familiar glint in her eyes. Clearing his throat, he continued. "So how are things?"
Her eyes dimmed a little, but the crooked grin stayed frozen on her face. "Good. Things are good. You?" She asked.
"Good." he answered.
"Good." Her eyes lingered on his for a moment before drifting towards the twitching florescent light in the window. It felt as if they were at a standstill, frozen in time as the world around them continued on their way. But that was always the case when they were near each other. There were like an electricity storm, and most could barely take their eyes off of them.
Tearing her eyes from the coffee mug shaped light, she glanced back before continuing outside. "Well, go and get Sam. Martha made like five different pies last night, and my sources told me that one of them was apple."
He stood on the street just staring at her fading shape, with the sound of her footsteps echoing off the brick walls. It was good to be back in Kansas.
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