The Pie Who Loved Me
Disclaimer: I'm on a Supernatural kick, can't you tell? Anyway, I don't own them. Too bad…
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The crust was golden, steaming fresh. Sugar crystals made that beautiful pie just sparkle. The tin it had been baked in was deep and the crisp, cinnamon-y apple smell wafted in the air. Dean Winchester, lover of delicious pastries (especially pie), was practically drooling at the sight. "Oh baby, oh baby, please," he muttered.
His brother Sam threw him a weird look and then eyed the pie. He sighed and turned back to the cashier of the diner. "Could you add that pie to our to-go order?" he asked. He ignored Dean's rapturous moan of wanton delight.
"The whole thing?" the cashier replied incredulously. She gulped when Sam went puppy-eyed on her. "Oh…" she sighed. "You got it." She was nearly blinded by his smile, giddy as a school-girl from its beauty.
"Come on, Dean," Sam said, holding their dinner bags in one hand while in the other was a white box that held the pie. And using the pie like the piped-piper with his flute, the younger Hunter led his brother out the door.
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It was three o'clock in the morning and Dean woke up with a craving. He wanted that last piece of pie. He rolled out of bed and to his feet and as he turned he froze in horror. Horror because sitting at the tiny table in the motel room was Castiel.
What was Castiel doing? Eating Dean's pie.
Dean saw red as the angel ate that last bite. He roared in rage.
"NOOO!!! NOT THE PIE!!! SON-OF-A-BITCH!"
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Poor Dean… he's my newest favorite character. Thus my need to torture him in good fun.
-cackles-