The Stronghold 3: Mikachi

Pie Pie Pie Pie Pie

Nova and Dean were sat impatiently in the Impala when Sam and I finally got downstairs. Dean beeped the horn as Sam put Nova's trunk in the boot. I slid through the window and onto the back seats, sprawling across them and doing a backwards roll when Sam opened the door. I had my knees against the ceiling and my head pressed crookedly up against the door and the second Sam sat down I let my legs drop, putting my feet in his lap.

"Finally," Dean said, pressing his foot to the accelerator and speeding away. The Impala was left hand drive as it was an American car and so he was sat close to the pavement instead of near the road.

"Dean, I'm choosing the pie," Nova announced.

"No, I am," Dean countered.

"I think you'll find that will be me."

"Nope, definitely me."

"I've told you before and I'll tell you again, raspberry and/or blueberry pie is not nice!"

"Yes it is! Apple pie isn't that nice anymore, not after the spooky scarecrow son of a bitch," Dean grimaced.

"Only swear if necessary," Nova snapped. "Bitch."

"Maybe one day you two will be quiet," Sam said softly. "Until then you'll just keep on swearing and arguing over pie. What has my life been reduced to?"

"It gets a lot sadder," I informed him. "Seasons 1 and 2 are generally regarded as the happy times. As you're season 1 Sam and will probably mature and get older, facing more creatures as the seasons go on in this world, you'd better enjoy these times while they last. Although me being around may change things. I don't know. I'm certainly going to get Dean to accept his bisexuality at some point."

The Impala braked sharply and Dean turned to glare at me. Nova took the opportunity to bolt and sprint the remaining two hundred yards to the breakfast bar place. Dean cursed and opened the door, running after her at full pelt. Sam sighed and took the keys from the ignition, putting them in his pocket and then ducking his head to exit the door.

"If they get us banned again then I won't be held responsible for my actions," he stated. I stepped out of the car and yelped as I stepped into a large, cold puddle.

"Wet wet wet," I chanted, shaking my foot to dry it off. Sam shook his head and locked the Impala before striding off, his long legs covering more ground than my limping, stumbling pace could.

"Either you wait or you're giving me a piggyback," I said dangerously. Sam stopped walking and I caught up with him, following him into the breakfast bar. Inside it was full of reds, blues and whites, everything patterned. It was quite like an American diner but sold all-day breakfast - pie obviously included in breakfast.

Near the doorway Nova and Dean were fighting, shoving each other out of the way to get to the counter. A waitress serving a nearby table stopped mid-sentence to watch the fight while a waiter just breezed past them and addressed Sam.

"Good morning, Mr Thomas," the waiter said smoothly. "Is there anything other than pie you'll be getting today?"

"A full English for scrappy boy here and a bacon sandwich for me," Sam replied. "Whoever wins the little fight gets the pie and the other will probably just have a bacon sandwich."

"Coffee or orange juice, sir?"

"Coffee for all."

"Take a seat, sir, I'll get to you in a minute," the waiter said, gliding away again. The second he was behind the counter and Sam had moved to a table by the window I spoke.

"That guy had a nice ass."

"Now is not the time," Sam said, glancing about.

"It's true though," I stated. "Weren't you looking?"