"You know what we should do?" Rowan asked, looking at the menu in front of her. "We should order one of these pies."
"I thought you didn't eat," Sam looked at her curiously.
"Well I don't have to but pie is the best fucking food in existence, so I'm going to eat some pie," she replied. "Can we get some pie, please?" she gave Sophie her best puppy dog eyes. To which, the taller woman just rolled her eyes.
"You gotta talk to him, he's paying," she pointed across the table to Dean. He had offered up his credit card when they first sat down at the table.
"Please," she begged Dean. He looked back at Sophie, his green eyes showed the mischievous child waiting to get out.
"No." he said. He loved pie.
"Wh...what?" her jaw dropped her she looked at him in horror. Sophie reached over and tried to push her mouth closed before going back to her own menu, staying out of this. She knew that Rowan would probably get her way. She knew a lot about Rowan and it was true that she would not let something go until she got what she wanted. Dean was never going to win this argument, Sophie could guarantee it.
"You heard me. We don't need a damn pie." He wanted pie as well, but he also wanted to see Rowan squirm. It was a lot more fun that way, picking on the group's vampire.
"But...Why not? Pie is amazing..."
"Because we don't need it." Yes they did. He was cringing internally as he tried to convince himself to not give into the whims.
"Yes we do," she stood up, slamming her hands down on the table. "We need some cherry pie!"
"Sit your ass down or I will have you ride on the roof from now on," he threatened.
"Sophie wouldn't let you do that, would you Sophie?"
"It's up to Dean what he does with his car," she shrugged.
"What?" Rowan shouted. Dean sighed loudly. "I can't believe this! You would deny me such nourishment."
"Fine, we can get pie," he gave in, wanting her to shut up and stop making a scene. Even though it had been fun while it lasted.
"Yes!" Rowan jumped up happily and sat back in her seat.
When the pie came out a while later, Rowan looked like a kid in a candy store as she cut a large piece for herself and placed it on her plate. Dean and Sophie also ate some of the pie—while Sam went pieless. After a while of eating their food and the pie, there was one piece left. Both Dean and Rowan happened to stab their forks into it at the same time, causing a glare between the two of them. They stared at each other for a long while before Rowan finally was the one to break the silence.
"Give me the damn pie."
"Hell no," Dean continued to glare at her.
"I was the one who wanted the pie," Rowan stated.
"I paid for it."
"But..." she whined. She elbowed Sophie's arm. "Help me out here! I love this pie!"
"And what exactly to you expect me to do?" Sophie looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"Distract him so that I can take the pie."
"What? No."
With Sophie's refusal to participate and Sam gone from the table to pay, Rowan and Dean stared at the pie that they were claiming. It took about five whole minutes for Sophie to get tired of it. She picked up the pie pan and a knife. The two thought for sure that she was going to cut it in half. She didn't. Rowan waited for Sophie to put the pie on her plate, but it never happened. Instead. Sophie picked up the pie with her hands and took a large bite out of it. Rowan's jaw dropped yet again as Sophie finished off the pie.
"Wh-? Huh? What?" she questioned, her brown eyes were wide and full of horror.
"I like pie too," she shrugged, pulling her jacket from the back of the chair.
"You bitch!" She exclaimed, standing from the chair dramatically.
"What the hell is your problem, woman? I was going to eat that!" Dean exclaimed, also standing.
"It was really good," she grinned, walking out to his car and leaning on the side. Both of them angrily stormed over to her as she smirked, her lips stained slightly red from the pie filling.
"I'm going to kill you," Rowan called.
"And I'm going to help," Dean replied.
"Really? You're going to work together to kill me? If I die, you two will kill each other in a matter of minutes."
Dean and Rowan looked at each other, both making a face. "We're leaving in five minutes," Dean announced, dropping the argument.
"I'm gonna go change in the bathroom," Rowan announced. Sophie and Dean were alone outside.
"What's got you in a good mood?" Dean asked Sophie, noting that she had been smiling a lot that day.
Sophie shrugged. "Maybe things are going to get better," was the only explanation that she offered. "So, Dean, where is it that we're going?"
"You'll see real soon. Sammy and I have a case to work on."
XxX
"This place is amazing," Sophie said in awe as they pulled into an old style hotel. It was huge and she found it to be beautiful.
"This is sweet!" Dean agreed. "Man, we never get to work cases like this, an authentic haunted house. Hell, we might even run into Fred and Daphne. God, I love Daphne." They all began unloading their bags, Rowan and Sophie ended up not walking in until after the boys because they had more stuff and Rowan had to make sure that all of hers was right where she left it.
By the time they walked in, the woman behind the desk asked the boys if they were there to go antiquing because they looked like the type. "So one king sized bed, then?"
Sophie and Rowan began laughing so hard they nearly snorted. Dean, needing to salvage his masculinity, walked over and wrapped an arm around Sophie. "Two queens will be fine," he replied.
Despite her attempts, Sophie's cheeks burned red from the close contact. "Yeah and Honey," she decided to use this to her advantage. "Would you mind taking my bag, it's a little heavy," she gave him a smirk, daring him to say no.
"Of course, Princess," that wouldn't change, that was what he called her, Princess. He took her bag, groaning. The followed an old man up the steps and to their room. Dean was the last one in and the man held his hand out for a tip. Dean paid him before turning to face the rest of the room. Rowan and Sophie had taken the bed closest to the door, their bags sitting on top of it as they talked quietly. Sam had his stuff on the other bed and Dean was unsure of what to do with himself. The room didn't have a couch and he wasn't sleeping next to his brother, that was for sure. These beds were too small of any of that!
"Something wrong, Dean?" Sophie asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"No I uh..."
"You don't know what to do with yourself because you don't want to sleep next to your brother?" she asked, using her ability. He glared at her, knowing that she had read his mind.
"Oh for Pete's sake!" Rowan exclaimed. She took her bag and threw it on the floor, kicking it across the room. Sometimes, she could have a temper. "Sleep with Sophie because I know that's what you're dying to do anyway."
"And where are you going to sleep?" Sophie questioned, trying to ignore her friend's outburst.
"The window sill," Rowan shrugged, much calmer now.
"Don't worry, I don't keep my hands to myself," Dean winked while grinning at her and lying down on the bed with his hands behind his head and his feet crossed.
"That really puts my mind at ease," she retorted.
"Figured it would, Princess," he winked.
AN: Hi guys, I know it was kind of short. Next chapter will be longer. I'm glad you all like this story. The reviews really make me want to keep on writing this.