Warnings: Angst, Language, Dean being kind of an ass, Fluff
Word Count: 3122
Prompt: Apple Pie
A/N: Hello everyone, this is my entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thingSeasons of Love- Colors of Fall challenge. I know that maybe not everyone celebrates Thanksgiving, but I do and this idea popped into my head. If all goes well, this will be part of of my series for specifically for this challenge. I hope you enjoy, and happy fall!
All mistakes are mine (I wrote this at like 3 in the a.m.) But thanks to @random-superwholock-images for reading over some of it and letting me bounce ideas off, and thanks @torn-and-frayed for keeping me company and giving me insight on doors and Winchester Thanksgivings
“This is ridiculous.” Dean grumbles as you make your way through the dark bunker. It was 5 a.m., the crack of dawn according to Dean, and you knew that had you not used your powers of persuasion, Dean Winchester would still be dead to the world. “Why am I awake, is the sun even out yet?”
“Oh don’t be such a grumpelstiltskin.” You say grabbing his arm and dragging him the rest of the way to the kitchen of the bunker.
“I don’t even know what that means. Besides, we both know that I’m no good without my-” Before he has the chance to finish, you hold a steaming mug of coffee under his nose, the relief instantly shooting across his features.
“Coffee? Yeah, I know, babe.” You smile handing him his mug before heading for the pots and pans. “It’s not like I know you or anything.”
“Yeah yeah.” He grumbles in response, waving you off as he leans against the counter, mug in hand. He takes a long slow sip, a dramatic sigh left in its wake. “Why are we awake this early anyways? And why does Sam get to sleep in?”
In which I get an 80′s-era Apple 410 Color Plotter chugging. It’s a lukewarm mess: hardware handshaking, strange buffer overflows, weird firmware errors, no documentation (I had to dump the ROMs to figure out the protocol). More details later, but for now just appreciate my incredulous Emo Phillips voice there at the end.