Supernatural | One-Shots

The Last Piece Of Pie: Dean W.

Words: 583 

Warnings: Castiel is human. 

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There are some people you can't trust, there are people who don't care what you like or don't like. They take and they take without a thought on how you'll feel. They act like they own the place. They believe that you owe them the world, acting like they are the world-

"Dean, I said I'll bake you another one!" (Y/N) lightly shouted through the door of the bathroom. Dean locked himself away because (Y/N) ate the last piece of the pie that Sam got them. (Y/N) tried the knob again to find it locked still. (Y/P) sighed and laid (Y/P) head lightly against the door, "Dean... Look, I'm sorry, okay? If I knew you wanted it, I wouldn't have eaten it. Can you forgive me if I make you some...coconut cream pie?"

"Huh?" (Y/N) heard the lock twisted and moved back to see the door open slightly. An adorable face Dean popped out. He had puppy-dog eyes and his bottom lip was poked up slightly, "What?"

"I'll make you some coconut cream pie if you forgive me?"

The golden flakes in Dean's eyes lit up and he finally left the bathroom with a large smile. (Y/N) shook (Y/P) head as they walked to the kitchen and Sam practically ran into the bathroom.

"You and your pie." (Y/N) laughed softly as (Y/P) got the things (Y/P) needed. Dean only smiled wider at (Y/P).

"(Y/N), you make the best pies, I swear," Castiel commented as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. Sam hummed in agreement and (Y/N) smiled at them.

"I learned from the best of course." (Y/N) dried (Y/P) hands on a towel as (Y/P) finished cleaning the dishes (Y/P) used, "I mean, my parent did sell their soul to make the best pastries in town."

"I remember that hunt." Dean laughed, "God, were they powerful AND they made pies? It's like the demon wanted me to die."

"Wait-" Castiel nearly choked on a bite, "That was YOUR parent?!"

"Mmhm," (Y/N) hummed as (Y/P) put the rest of the pie in the fridge to store for later, "I mean, before they let that demon run their life, yeah they were."

"I thought they were just some loon from a small town that wanted to be better than someone else." Castiel rubbed his neck in an awkward way, "Sorry."

"Don't be." (Y/N) waved it off with a small smile. (Y/P) folded the hand-towel in half and put it on the handle of the oven, "We weren't on good terms, anyway, and we weren't that close. They just wanted me to be as competitive as they, which I ain't."

Dean scoffed with pie in his mouth.

"What?" (Y/N) asked, (Y/P) hands on (Y/P) hips.

"You not competitive?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow. Sam chuckled as Castiel looked confused, "Have you seen yourself when you play Mario Kart?"

"Mario Kart?" Castiel spoke in a tiny voice.

"Mario Kart is a video game that allows you to pick your character to race other characters or people. (Y/N) introduced it to us about...three weeks ago, I believe," Sam explained lowly to him.

"Hey, that's different. It's a video game, everyone is a little competitive," (Y/N) resorted back.

"I'm not." This time both Dean and (Y/N) scoffed at Sam, making Castiel laugh.

Sam smiled as he ate the last bit of his pie with Castiel following behind shortly. Dean all ready finished his pie and was in the middle of licking his plate clean when (Y/N) started to laugh at him. He widened his eyes in a questioning manner but kept licking his plate, but much slower.