Chapter 1- the case of the missing pie
Dean Winchester, his little brother Sam and Dean’s angle Castile had just arrived at a dinner. The dinner was basically empty; mainly because a hurricane was happening outside, makes you question why they came here, right? Especially if the weather is hellish out there. Well, the answer to that question dear readers is one simple thing; Dean wanted pie.
The three sat down at a booth with Dean and Sam on the left and Castile on the right of the table. A waitress then walks up to the booth, her high-heels clicking, “What can I get ya’ boys?“, she asked. As expected Sam ordered a salad, Castiel ordered a cheese burger and Dean ordered a pie.
“Sorry honey, we had some but it just disappeared.”
Dean went silent.
“Don’t even think about it” Sam warned.
Dean stood up “what happened to the fucking pie?!”
“Now, now, it may have been eaten.” Castile said monotone voice.
Dispite their attempts to convince Dean that someone just ate the last peice of pie the dinner had, he just wouldn’t give it up - so he did something very simply - make his brother, Sam, and his angel, Castile, help him find this so-called “missing pie”. Cas looked around in the main dinning area, Sam looked in the kitchen and Dean looked everywhere else. They looked high and low for the pie and no one found anyone not even a hambur-
“that’s not true, i found a hamburger, it was good.” Ah, yes Castile Interrupting the narrator, lets just continue...
As i was saying, They looked high and low for the pie and no one found anything - except for Cas, of who fought a hamburger. Then, when Sam was going to try to convince Dean to Chill out they heard a slight russling sound outside.
Sam raised an eyebrow, Dean just made one of his usually faces and Castile just looked like he could careless.
Slowly, Sam approached the door, hesitating before grabbing the handle and swinging the door open. Quickly rain came rushing in And there it stood! Or rather Crowley, of who was hiding something behind his back.
“You have my pie don’t you, you little fucker?!” Dean stormed up to Crowley and grabbed him by the throat.
“wow, Dean, reduced to nothing but a weakling, and for what? Pie?” Crowley teased, mockingly.
Then suddenly Dean put his knife to the trickster’s throat.
“Give me back my fucking pie!” Dean pushed the knife against Crowley’s neck harder, threatening to slit it.
“Just give him the pie” Sam and Cas requested.
But Crowley wasn’t going to give up that easily - or was he?
“Only on one condition” Crowley grinned wickedly.
Dean thought for a moment. “What?”
“You gotta give me one of your little Angle’s wings feathers”
“No” Castile refused.
“Just fucking do it! Dean shouted.
Sighing, Cas plucked one of his feathers from his wings and gave it to Crowley, after the deal was complete he gave a Dean the peice of pie.
Dean took the pie happily, then pulled the knife away from Crowley’s throat before heading back inside. Sam and Cas followed behind.
Finally, they sat at their booth and Dean ate his pie, of which is soggy, but he still ate it.
“can we go now?” Sam asked, clearly annoyed.
Dean just nodded, licking his fingers off before going back outside with Sam and Cas and finally getting back into the Apollo and driving away - and of course Dean put “high way to hell” by ACDC on the radio.
