Recycling My Textposts

Got Pie?

Dean was humming to himself, weighing out his options, he could just fall asleep where he's at, or he can go eat. Both were very tempting.

He heard someone coming through, it sounded like Sam, had to be, Castiel is still way too quiet and the kid would be talking. 

"Hey, where are you going?" Dean called out as soon as Sam was visible, Sam gestured in the kitchen's direction. 

"To the kitchen." Sam knew he should just keep walking, should've gone the long way, because Dean is thinking. And that's never what Sam wants to hear or see.  

On cue, "Oh, I'd go, but you know, my injury." Dean gestured vaguely at himself, Sam sighed, not this direction next time. Long way round it is next time. 

"The one Castiel already healed?" Dean shook his head in disappointment, Sam could hear his tsk, tsk in that look. 

Sam looked at him like a tired parent in return. Both could practically hear each other's thoughts and ignored them. 

"Samuel, that one was physical, I am talking about within," Dean emphasized by putting his hands over his heart like he'd been wounded. Exaggerating a pout that didn't surprise Sam. 

If looks could kill, Dean would be a dead man again, "Uh-huh. Is the injury you refusing to get up from the couch?" 

"Yes, I just got comfortable," Dean agreed, looking way too cheesy about it for Sam's liking. Sam thought for a second, he could be nice. 

"Do you want something from the kitchen?" 

Dean nodded, "If you are offering, pie." Sam had already seen Dean demolish their last pie yesterday so he wasn't sure how that would happen. 

"We don't have pie, can I get you an alternative? I think we got some other desserts." They had ice cream, danishes, cookies, Dean had gone on a junk food trip just a few days ago, so he had options. 

"Oh, yeah, pie." Sam frowned, did he just- 

Sam cleared his throat, maybe he wasn't clear enough, "We don't have any." 

Dean nodded, "Oh, that's fine, just get me pie." Sam blinked fast and took back the thought of being nice, he had a better plan. 

"Oh, you know what, I'll be right back." Sam went to the kitchen and Dean waited. 
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Dean's known for being impatient but he estimated that Sam had been gone for five minutes, he'd yell for Sam but that was too much effort. 

Fifteen minutes passed, still no Sam and Dean could get up to see why, but then again, comfort, he'd just rather wait. 
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Dean woke up, not knowing how many minutes had passed, he'd been asleep for three hours. Sam came walking through with a bag and set it on the coffee table away from Dean. 

"You weren't right back," Dean muttered rubbing his eyes, Sam nodded and pushed Dean off the couch. Dean fell to the ground with a yelp which made Sam smile, yep, worth it. 

Sam was already walking away grinning to himself when Dean finally got up and registered what had just happened, "Sam!" 

Sam turned around with an "innocent" look "What? You got your pie." Dean flipped him off and Sam returned it, heading back to his room. 

Dean sat back down and opened the bag, finding a cherry pie inside, he could get revenge later. He waited long enough for this pie, and Sam left a fork inside so, who was he to turn it down? Besides, revenge is a dish best served cold, pie isn't. 

Four days later, Sam was talking about a case going over the details and suddenly found himself on the ground. Sam looked at Dean expectedly, "Pie." 

That's all Dean said before walking away with Sam's research. Sam could just let Dean have this win, but... Messing with Dean is his job, he is a little brother after all. If it starts a prank war, so be it.

[Author note: This was based off my textpost that went:
Sam: Dean what do you want to eat?
Dean: Pie
Sam: We don't have pie, do we have any other alternatives?
Dean: Yeah, Pie!]