“Look, Sammy. I can deal with cheap hotel rooms. I can deal with Baby breaking down. Hell, I can deal with you getting possessed by Lucifer again!” Sam shot his older brother a filthy look from over his laptop. “But the one thing, the one thing I can’t deal with is crappy apple pie, man!” Sam sighed and looked around. They were sitting in an old café with peeling, yellow wall paper and minimal-wage employees. Dean had insisted that they sit at the back booth, the furthest seat away from the reek of the kitchens, and, well, everybody loves a booth. “Please, stop complaining, Dean! It’s not that bad” Sam moaned. “NOT THAT…not that bad?!” Dean yell-whispered, slamming his hand on the table. “You found a hair in your salad , Sammy. A hair! And what's this??” he demanded, taking a forkful of his microwavable apple pie, and dropping it back onto his plate where it landed with a squelch. “This isn’t even apple” he muttered, slumping back in his red leather seat. Sam took a sip of his milkshake, muttered something about dealing with a five year old, and went back to his laptop.
After a few more minutes, the only noise being dishes clattering and the tapping of Sam’s laptop, a waitress came over to take their dishes away. Well, Sam assumed she was a waitress, although she seemed to be about 12. She had tangled brown hair,blue eyes and freckles that almost reminded Sam of his older brother.
“You finished with this?” she asked, gesturing to Dean uneaten ‘pie’. He chuckled, sliding the plate across the table to her. “Lady, I didn’t even start.” She smiled. “Yeah, I don’t blame you. It’s pretty bad.” She stopped, and sighed. “But you got what you’ve got” Sam cast a glance around the place again. “You might need a miracle to fix this place up.” he said sadly. “I don’t believe in miracles, the universe is rarely so lazy” she said slyly. But her hope was wasted as somebody called from the kitchen. “Sorry, nice talking to you……” the girl said, lacking their names. “I’m Dean, and this is my little bro, Sam” she smiled, nodding. “Yeah, well I’m Genevieve” she said quickly. And with that, she rushed back to the horrid kitchen, plates in arms.
The brothers quickly paid the bill and escaped the café into the black Impala that waited outside. “So, Sammy” Dean begun as they started to drive “What did we come to this stinking town for, anyway?”
/AN Hello readers! I hope you liked this chapter with Dean's pie fetish. Thanks!\
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Nothing Less
FanfictionWhen there are reports of strange, perfect death around town, the Winchester brother can't resist checking it out. What secrets is this tiny town hiding?
