I know it has been a while since my last update, but I hope this can be payment. I also updated "Washing Dishes" if anyone is interested and think it is much better now.
"Snuffleupagus, this is Big Bird. We are in position. I repeat, we are in position," Kevin Tran's voice whispers through the radio in my hand.
"Copy that Big Bird. I'm going in." I slink around the corner into the kitchen, wary of any oncoming feet. To the fridge, click the handle softly, nimbly retrieve the subject, close the fridge, retreat into the hallway. "The diamond is secure," I whisper to the walkie talkie. "Coming back to Sesame Street now."
"Roger that." I dance through the doorway, huge grin present and close the door. Kevin is sitting on the floor of the closet, plates and forks ready. I set the pie dish between us and he cuts two large slices. Blueberry pie never tasted so delicious. We had found some military tactic-type gear that looks like it was from the Vietnam War era; I discard my helmet for the time being.
"You know what this needs," I say after a few mouthfuls, "is ice cream."
"Do you think it's safe to go out there?" I shrug.
"When was anything worthwhile easy?"
"If Dean finds out we stole his pie, we are dead."
I grin maliciously and tease, "I know. Being bad is great, isn't it?" Kevin returns the face. So we agree to do one more co-op. The mission: retrieve the ice cream. Only, when I reach the freezer, we are out of vanilla. So I extract the next best thing. Kevin is standing guard and as I approach him, his eyes suddenly widen and he gestures frantically for me to hide. I retreat into the library and flatten myself behind a bookcase. Not a moment to soon, for footsteps enter immediately after. I can't tell who it is, not having a clear view, but I think it's Sam. Great. He will probably spend all afternoon in here staring at books. Taking a deep breath I calm my tensed muscles and relay to Kevin via radio, "the enemy is in sight. Do not employ rescue mission."
"You can do it, Snuffleupagus," he whispers back, probably from right around the corner. It takes deliberate care and precision, but I am able to worm my way out of the library undetected, prize still in hand. By the time we return to headquarters, it has melted enough to easily be scooped out.
"I cannot believe you took Sam's frozen yogurt," Kevin shakes his head in admiration. "Now they both will be after us."
"It was worth it, right?" I ask around a mouth of coconut frozen yogurt and blueberry pie. The pie tin is nearly empty save for a final sliver when Dean's voice passes us from outside.
"Sweetheart, how about you and I to spend some alone time." I know he is referencing his dessert. We listen intently and before long hear the refrigerator close. A silence. Then, "Where is my pie?" He is so serious Kevin and I giggle. We shush each other with hands over our mouths.
"I don't know, Dean. You probably ate it," Sam sounds annoyed.
"No, there was half a pie left." A moment later he adds, "your freaky health ice cream is missing, too."
"Let me see." I imagine Sam coming to check for himself. He will dig around for a minute, even look for Dean's pie, before straightening up and locking eyes with the elder Winchester.
"(Y/N), Kevin!" they call and begin searching the bunker. We hunker down silently, share a look.
I think they have given up the search and we are in the clear. Until the door pops open and my two dear brothers are glaring down at us. I smile with the plate proudly clasped in my hand.
"Snuffleupagus to Big Bird, we've been compromised. I repeat, Sesame Street has been breached."
"Shut up with the code names," Dean snatches the remaining pie to his chest protectively. Sam scoops up his yogurt and holds it out of reach. Not that we would pounce on him and steal it back. "You should be ashamed of yourselves," Dean lectures, "Stealing somebody's pie. I thought you were better than that." I don't know if he is speaking to Kevin or I, but we both nod, hang our heads in shame. With a scoff they close the door on us. We burst out laughing, trying to keep it relatively quiet. I lick my plate just for show.
"Sure, laugh all you want," Sam calls through the door. "And take off those ridiculous costumes."
When we calm down and let enough time pass so it is safe to emerge, we creep down the hall. Sam and Dean lounge in the library, each with his personal dessert in hand, watching a movie. Success.