Unexpected Twists (Supernatural Fanfic)

Chapter 7 - Bring Me Some Pie

I've been living here in the bunker for almost a week now. I can't believe how easy it was to settle into life with the Winchesters. We've actually grown pretty close the past few days. And Charlie and I were basically instant best friends. I've been borrowing some of her clothes, though I'm a little curvier and heavier than she is so her jeans don't fit. I still have my bag, which luckily stayed on my shoulder when I fell through to this world. I had an extra t-shirt in there, and it happened to be an old AC/DC shirt I got a few years ago. When I came out with it on after changing the first day, Dean eyed it and said "nice shirt" with an impressed look on his face. And I knew then that I would definitely be accepted here. 

Right now, Charlie and I are lounging in the living room of the bunker. I'm sitting on the couch cross legged looking down at her as she's sprawled sprawled on the floor. For the past hour or so, we've been having a heated and detailed discussion on why Sirius would have been a perfect father to Harry if he raised him and how much of a dick Peter Pettigrew is. 

Sam is in the room with us, but he's settled on one of the armchairs and is completely absorbed in a book. I can't see what it is he's reading, but I'm guessing it's good. He hasn't looked up since he sat down there two hours ago. Until now that is.

We hadn't seen Dean for most of that day, except for a few minutes ago when he finally dragged himself out of bed and headed towards the kitchen. He passed by the doorway of the room we're in with his hair sticking up all over the place, his white t-shirt all wrinkled, and flannel pajama pants hanging off his hips. I have to say that Dean Winchester is extremely adorable when he's just woken up. I don't understand how Cas hasn't jumped him yet. 

Anyway, Dean disappeared into the kitchen with only a grunt serving as a good morning to the three of us in the living room. 

Now, about three minutes later, Charlie is in the middle of making a crude joke about Peter Pettigrew's little finger and I'm laughing my head off. That's when we hear a shout from the kitchen.

"Sammy!! Where did you put that pie! I swear if you ate it..."

Sam, startled, finally looks up from his book and blinks, like he forgot where he was. Then he sighs and chuckles because his brother is being his typical self. Hunt, sleep, sex, cars, pie; that's basically Dean's life.

"What are you talking about Dean." Sam calls back.

"Sammy!" Dean says in exasperation. "The pie is gone! Why is the pie gone!"

At this point, Charlie and I are laughing and shaking our heads.

"Dean!" Sam imitates Dean's whiny tone of voice. "You ate all the pie!"

"No I didn't, I would know if I ate the last of the pie." Dean shoots back. He's made his way from the kitchen to the living room and is leaning against the door frame.

Sam laughs at his brother. "Well you did. I watched you do it. Just ask the girls."

Dean sighs and looks at Charlie and I.

"You were half asleep when you ate it." I say, still laughing. "Maybe you just don't remember."

Dean throws his hands up in the air. "Fine! Maybe I did eat it. But seriously I need my pie. We need to get more."

Sam exclaims, "Dean! We just went out! I got like five slices of pie when I went to the store last week! It's your fault you ate it all."

"Well alright then, I'll just go get it myself." Dean says back. He starts to leave the room.

"Dressed like that?" Charlie gestures to his messy clothes and hair.

"Oh." He looks down at himself. "I don't feel like changing."