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Dean likes pie. Everyone knows that. That’s what makes this so frustrating. Everyone knows that. Sam knows that, Cas knows that, Jack knows that, the waitresses at every diner Dean’s ever been to know that, probably even the demons in hell know that. Point is, Dean likes pie. And everyone knows that.
Loves it, actually. Dean loves pie. Okay. As long as that’s out there. But it doesn’t really need to be further explained because everyone knows already. Everyone knows Dean likes pie. Pie.
“Claire! Jack!” Dean says excitedly. Claire and Jack went to the store to get stuff for Dean. And the fact that they're back means they have that stuff. They were celebrating something, who even remembers. Something about Dean. No one remembers, including him. They only remember what Claire brought back from the store.
“Hey,” Claire laughs, coming down the stairs with a box in her hand. It’s inside a bag, so no one can see what’s in it. Although, it would make sense for it to be pie. Because, as has been mentioned, Dean loves pie.
Jack follows behind her with a worried look on his face and each hand holding bags. They don’t look like they have much in them. But who cares, this is about the pie. Dean is excited about the pie.
Cas doesn’t know what’s happening, but he knows something’s up. And that Claire is probably at the center of it. He’s got a gut feeling.
Claire goes straight to the kitchen, so Jack follows. As he walks he looks at Dean, “I’m so sorry, Dean. I tried to stop her.”
“What?” Dean’s eyebrows come together in confusion.
“Jack,” Claire calls.
“Sorry,” Jack says one last time before he disappears out of the room.
Dean looks over at Cas. Cas just shrugs. Then they both walk into the kitchen.
Sam is already there. Apparently. Next to Jack, they both look worried. Claire doesn’t. Claire looks smug. And maybe even excited. It’s all very confusing.
“I think this was a bad idea,” Sam mumbles to Claire.
“No, it’s fine. This is good,” She giggles.
“But… it’s… for him,” Jack adds. “This seems wrong.”
“It’s okay, Jack. Don’t worry.”
“He’s gonna be mad,” Jack looks down.
“Who’s gonna be mad?” Dean asks.
“Dean!” Claire smiles as Dean walks up to the table.
Dean freezes and just stares at it. “What the fuck is this?” Dean asks, pointing at it, trying to stay calm.
“This,” Claire starts, “Is cake.”
“Cake?”
“Cake.”
“Where’s the pie?” Dean asks.
“There’s no pie,” Claire shakes her head.
“You didn’t buy pie?”
“We didn’t buy pie.”
Dean squints his eyes like he’s not understanding, “No pie?”
“No pie.”
Dean freezes again. “Okay. This is a joke. You’re messing with me. Okay, haha. Where’s the pie?”
“There is no pie,” Claire says plainly.
“There is no… pie,” Dean swallows. “No pie.”
“Nope,” Claire shakes her head.
“But I… wanted pie,” Dean says, voice a little louder.
“Did you say you wanted pie?” Claire asks with a smug smile.
“Um,” Dean thinks, “Yeah?”
“No…” Claire corrects. “You did not.”
Dean’s eyes sort of twitch, “Yes I did,” He turns to Jack. “Right, Jack?”
“Um,” Jack’s eyes go wide. He’d rather not get involved in this. So he doesn’t answer, he just looks away.
“Cas?” Dean turns to Cas next.
Cas looks down, “You did not specify that you wanted pie. No.”
Dean turns back to Claire, who’s smug smile has grown.
“I always want pie!” Dean says. “I shouldn’t have to say!” He says a bit louder.
“Dean--” Cas tries to intervene because Dean is shouting. But Dean shouts right over him.
“Claire!” Dean yells, “Damn it! Is this a joke to you?!”
“Yes, a little,” She laughs.
“I can’t believe--” Cas starts pushing Dean out of the kitchen. “I can’t believe you got--” Dean escaped a little bit but Cas is pushing him again. “You got fucking cake! CAKE!”
“Dean,” Cas says, still trying to get Dean out of the kitchen but Dean keeps fighting him to stay.
“You little brat! You knew what you were doing! I can’t--” Finally Cas just picks him up and walks out of the kitchen with him. “Ugh!” Dean shouts in anger as Cas turns the corner to get to their room.
He sets Dean down on the bed but Cas stays standing. “Dean,”
“She--”
“No,” Cas interrupts. Dean grunts again out of frustration. “You’re throwing a fit like a child. Are you a child?”
Dean rolls his eyes, “No.”
“No, you’re not. You need to go apologize to Claire for yelling--”
“She should apologize to me for being a brat and getting--”
“Dean.”
“Ugh,” Dean crosses his arms over his chest. “Fine. I’ll apologize for yelling.”
“Good,” Cas nods. “Then take a deep breath, sit down, and eat the damn cake. Or don’t eat the cake. It doesn’t matter.”
“But we’re celebrating for me, and she didn’t get pie.”
“Yes, I know,” Cas nods again, “She did that to get a rise out of you. Most likely. And it worked. She won.”
“Damn,” Dean grumbles. He doesn’t like losing.
“Alright, ready?”
“Fine.”
Dean and Cas walk back into the kitchen. Dean sighs heavily, “Sorry for yelling at you, Claire.”
“I forgive you,” Claire nods. “Ready to cut the cake?” It looks like they already got plates and things out.
“Sure,” Dean opens the box. He’s still mad about it, but… whatever. Not like he can do anything about it now. “What flavor is this anyway?”
“It’s really good,” Claire looks up, “It’s vanilla.”
Cut to Dean on his bed again with Cas scolding him.
“Okay!” Dean yells. Then quiets his voice down. “I won’t yell anymore.”
“Thank you,” Cas rolls his eyes.
They get back to the kitchen and Dean finally cuts the damn cake. They all sit around the table eating it quietly. Until Dean pipes up, “Wait,” He looks at Claire, “Okay, this is kind of good.”
Claire laughs. “Told you!”