Dean seemed a lot happier by the time they get to the pie shop. He walked into the shop, flirted with the woman at the counter, and got the best pie at the shop. They all sat down in a small spot in the corner of the place, while Sam thought about something that he'd heard from the Supernatural booth as they were leaving (that neither Dean nor Cas heard themselves, thankfully)
"So, my friend and I were wondering whether Destiel has any chance of becoming canon."
Chuck had paused for a moment, thoughtful, before answering with something that Sam hadn't heard him answer the question with before, "Well, you know what. I actually think that there's a good chance. I think it might be a while, because I think that they'll both have to sort through a bunch of crap before actually getting together, Dean especially. I think that it'll probably take a while for him to realize his feelings for Cas, I think by now, he realizes that there's something there, but he's too scared to act on it. But yeah, a very strong possibility I think. Yeah. That answer your question?"
The girl squealed and ran off to go tell whatever friend she had been talking about that shipped Destiel right alongside her.
"Sam? You all there? Geez what's up with you today? That's the second time I've had to do that." Dean shook his head, stopped snapping his fingers in front of Sam's face, and went back to eating his pie. Sam knew that Chuck's sudden change in heart probably had something to do with what happened when Sam was in the restroom, but what Dean said was so far a mystery to Sam. Sam decided not to worry about it for the moment. He finally got a break from all the crap in his life, he wasn't about to waste that time worrying about something that Dean told Chuck and Becky while Sam wasn't there. He finally tuned into what Dean and Cas were talking about.
"Dude, Cas, just one bite of the damn pie! It's pie!" Cas rolled his eyes. "I don't want to eat your pie Dean." Dean shook his head, "But... it's pie, man! Just... why don't you want the pie?"
"I do not have to eat, Dean. There's no reason for me to eat your pie." Dean stared at him incredulously. "I'm not hungry. There's no reason for me to eat my pie." Now Cas just looked exasperated, "Then why are you eating your pie Dean? This entire stop is completely unnecessary because Sam didn't get anything, I obviously didn't get anything, and you got a pie that there is no reason for you to eat!" Dean burst out laughing.
Now Sam was watching them, thinking about the Convention, and Sam noticed the slightest gleam in Cas's eyes when Dean started laughing. It was because of the Convention, of course, that Sam was thinking this stuff about the two of them.
"If I have to shove my fork into your mouth I will." Dean did not appear to be joking. Cas sighed, "Fine then, give it here. No Dean, I'm not going to let you feed me." Dean raised his eyebrows. "I'm not stupid enough to give you my fork, so that once you realize how amazing pie is you can steal my pie and eat the rest of it. Nope, not stupid. If I have to feed you, I will." God, this is sickening. Sam shook his head imperceptibly, but a tiny part of his brain was also thinking that, they really are adorable. I mean, Dean doesn't give his pie to just anyone, and he certainly never forces his pie on someone. Usually thankful when whoever he's trying to give his pie to doesn't want it. He's feeding him. God, this is adorable. Sam shook his head again. No, the Convention, and Becky, was getting to him.
Dean shoved his fork in between Cas's lips. Cas rolled his eyes, moving the bite of pie around on his tongue to get the best taste. "Hmm. Not that great. It tastes a lot like pie molecules. It's really nothing special." Cas wouldn't admit that the pie molecules actually tasted very good. Dean gaped at him, "I- I- I don't even... I don't even know how to react to that. You just made me very sad."
"Good." Cas nodded, completely straight faced, although Sam thought he could see a gleam of teasing in his eyes. Dean just shook his head disbelievingly. "Oh, so you weren't just supposed to rescue me from hell, you're supposed to make me sad?"
"Yeah. I guess now that I did my job, I can just leave."
"Oh, but if you leave, then that would make me happy, so you will've failed at your job."
"I guess I'll have to just stick around then," Cas sighed as if he really didn't want to stay, (But he did).
And in that moment, in that moment sitting there in the pie shop, Sam realized. Sam completely shipped it. Sam totally shipped Destiel, and he really had subconsciously done so for a long time. And if getting them together was the last thing that he did, then so be it. Because Sam was going to get them together. He was going to get them together whether they liked him doing it, or not.
A/N: Well guys, that's a wrap for this story. Sometime (hopefully) soon, I'll put out my next story, Blades and Drunken Confessions, and boy do we get plot development in that story... Well, I'm not really sure what exactly to say here, but I'll start with this.
I'd like to thank some people, without which, this story wouldn't be possible.
My sister (You know, the one that I drugged, so that I could get her information about Conventions that I told you about at the beginning of the first chapter? Remember her? I couldn't do it without her), thefriendlyguy63, GreekMythGaurdian, fuzzy bunnies, poppy69, Warriorbridem Cassbutt-Destiel, calistomoon, Erlomast, and Detective Rumskey. You all get my traditional creepy hug and me saying that 'You're too precious for this world', but this is the end of this story, so I should probably give you something a little more meaningful. The people that I mentioned above all get... a nice dream that's about a universe in which Dean and Cas are together, and married. It will come the next time you fall asleep. If you don't remember it, it's not my problem. Thanks to you all for reading, thanks to all who reviewed (thefriendlyguy63), and just thank you all for being there, I can feel your love. Goodbye for this story, I hope to see you all at Blades and Drunken Confessions! Thanks!