Oh look! It's not actually sad for once! Well, that depends on your view... Because honestly it's kinda funny but there is a sad aura to it... I think I might as well give up trying to make Fanfics that aren't sad because I don't think I can... :/ Oh well, hope you enjoy :)
Dean sat forward on his bed, taking the headphones from his ears as he shouted out the door, "And don't forget the pie!" An echoing response came as, "Yeah, yeah!" Before the slamming of the front door washed back to Dean, signalling his brother's exit. Dean leaned back against the soft pillows of his bed, replacing his headphones back to his ears and blasting the music; tapping his feet against the air in rhythm while muttering the song quietly, eyes closed.
The front door opened and slammed shut, the echoing bang bringing Dean from his serenity. He took the headphones from his ears, leaving them dangling over his shoulders as he left the bedroom and made for the main room. Sam was standing at the long table, a plastic bag resting on the top as he rummaged through it. Dean made his way towards his brother and Sam looked up, smiling slightly as he made a show of producing a container from the bag. A container that held the glorious pie that Dean craved so.
Dean grinned hungrily and made a mock praying position with his hands as he took the container from Sam, cracking open the lid and smelling the delicious aroma. He rolled his eyes, closing them in bliss before smiling at Sam. He pulled the cheap, plastic fork from the plastic bag and sat down at the table, digging into the heavenly meal. Sam smirked lightly, "Calm down Dean." He rolled his eyes as his older brother ignored him; so lost in the divine pie as he was.
"Dude, pie," Dean replied, his mouth overstuffed with pie; words muffled. Sam laughed and moved a little down the table, picking up his coffee cup from where he left it when he'd gone to the shops. He sat on the edge of the table, watching Dean stuff his face with food, a light smirk twisting the corner of his mouth. He shook his head faintly and picked up a book from the table, perusing the detailed description on the back cover.
Dean rolled his eyes in bliss, moaning in the back of his throat before looking at Sam, "Mm, pie." He motioned to his little brother with the fork, sending a fine scatter of pie crumbs across the floor. "See this is why you're my favourite brother." He grinned, forking another large bite of pie into his waiting mouth.
Sam laughed, an eyebrow raised, "I'm your only brother." Dean joined in his laughter before pausing, taking an unconscious bite of his pie and swallowing, looking at Sam with his eyes wide and filled with horror. Sam frowned slightly at his brother's expression before standing up suddenly, his coffee spilling over his hand and to the ground.
"We forgot Adam!" Sam gasped, his wide eyes mirroring Deans who stood as well, the back of the chair catching his headphones and pulling them from the phone. Music, still playing from where Dean had left it, began to fill the room.
Carry on my wayward son.
There'll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest.
Don't you cry no more.
All of a sudden the lights went out and over the tune of the song Dean's echoing voice could be heard.
"Son of a bitch!"
Well that was kinda funny don't you agree? :) Hey hang around and I'm about to write another short fanfic that involves pie and Sam's hair :D Should be up by tomorrow arvo... (But then again you shouldn't take my word for granted, look at what happened with 'The Storks Are Coming'. Here I was, planning to update quickly and now it's four or so weeks since that promise... :/) Anywho, distractions aside, please review and I hope you liked it :) ^_^