Pie :: Supernatural Fanfiction

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     Dean had one hand on the steering wheel and the other using his fingers to comb through his hair. "What do you mean you don't know where Sam is? Can't you just use your angelly powers or whatnot to find him?" He said just loud enough to be heard over Aerosmith. "It's not that easy, Dean." Castiel sighed from his usual spot in the backseat of the Impala. He wasn't entirely sure what he expected from Dean, especially considering the man's constant instinct to watch over his younger brother. "I have no idea where he is, and neither do you." "Of course it's that easy." He groaned, turning off the radio. "Can't you just, do that poofy thing?" Dean decided to stop somewhere so he wouldn't get too distracted while driving, it happened to be at a O'Charley's. Once he realized where he pulled into he sharply looked back at Castiel. "Do you know where we are?" His attitude completely changed. "Yes." Castiel answered bluntly, staring right back at Dean. Dean pointed at the restraunt. "Castiel, this place, has.." He held back the last word, biting his tongue. "Pie." He mouthed. "Not just any type of pie!" He faced towards and slammed his balled up fist on the wheel. "The best pie." "That would be correct, and I'm assuming you want to go in." Castiel relaxed his back from tightening it when he slammed on the steering wheel. "Sam had my wallet." Dean slowly looked back at Castiel. "Either you have money, or I'm stealing some pie." "You already know the answer, Dean. There is no need for me to have money." Castiel shook his head at the thought of a grown man sneaking into a restaurant for a simple desert. "And you are not going to steal anything." "I SWEAR TO GOD CASTIEL, YOU'RE NOT GOING TO STOP ME." He said in his stern voice. Castiel made a leap for Dean's wrist, trying his best to hold the man back.

     Dean, being more manly than Castiel he broke free from the angel's grasp and got out of the car. "Fine, I won't steal the pie." He went to the trunk of the Impala and opened both layers and dug around it, pulling out a small bag. "Dean! I am certain that whatever you're doing has bad intentions!" Castiel followed Dean to the back of the cat hurriedly, if only to halt his actions, whatever they may be, by if only a few minutes. "It's not bad." Dean rolled his eyes and pulled money out of the bag, along with a small note. With a puzzled expression on his face, he read the note but then just crumbled it up and tossed it to the side. "Let's go get some pie!" "Oh." Castiel stood in the same place for a few seconds before blankly following Dean. "It was just the emergency money, do not fret you little good angel." He smirked while walking into the small restraunt, taking a booth.

     Castiel sat on the opposite side of Dean, looking directly at him. "You're gonna eat some pie with me? Right?" He asked as he looked around and signaled for a waitress. "I don't need to eat." Castiel stated blankly. "That's not my point. You're going to have some pie." The way Dean said it, didn't sound like a demand, but oh it was. The waitress came over with a creepy happy smile plastered on her face "How are ya'll doing today?" Before he could answer she continued. "What would cha' like?" Dean didn't acknowledge the strangeness that was going on, considering he was fixated on pie. "Yeah, a cherry and Granny Smith apple pie." He said as if he knew from the beginning what he wanted. "Coming right up!" She said in a jovial tone, as she walked away Dean stared at her bUTT and bit his thumb nail.

     "That woman wasn't right. She was acting very odd."Castiel looked over at Dean, who seemed to be ignoring him. "Wha--" He looked over at Castiel. "You're just jealous that she has a nicer butt than you." "I- I it was nothing like that!" The angel sputtered indignantly at the vulgar intonation. He looked down and muttered something along the lines of, "Humans and their constant infatuation of each other." "Cas, I'm just kidding." He mumbled as the waitress put the two pies in front of them. "Thanks doll." Dean winked at the waitress, but with no response she just turned around and walked off. "Which one do you want to try first?" He asked while taking two forks from the napkin. Castiel, though very wary of the waitress, complied, choosing to pick up a fork and and took a bite of the apple pie. The pie had a odd taste, not that Castiel would notice. Dean grabbed a fork and took a bite if the same pie, just opposite of his bite, his facial expression changed. Castiel worriedly watched Dean, his face showing clear signs of discomfort.