The Last Pie
content: After a very shitty week Dean just wants to enjoy some delicious pie, but fate has got a different plan.
word count: 2,216
Dean sighs in relief when he enters his favorite bakery.
It’s Friday night, just about ten minutes before closing time, and he’s more than happy that he arrived on time. Considering his very shitty week – a broken-down computer system, clients bitching at him colorfully because of an error other people made beforehand, two busted tires within three days and the constant headache that was driving him insane utterly slowly and quite cruelly – he never thought luck could be on his side again.
The shop is empty beside the nice cashier Chloe – a single mom who never once loses her smile despite the daily stress of managing three hyperactive kids, her full-time job and a frustrating ex-husband – and a single customer in front of him, already standing at the counter and looking intently at the display.
Dean plasters a grin on his face – ‘cause that’s what Chloe deserves after all – and tries to suppress all the fucking shit that’s boiling inside of him for a few minutes and instead enjoys the sight of that delicious apple pie behind the glass, waving him hello.
There is nothing better than a great slice of apple pie to heal his painful and itchy wounds.
Dean can feel his features softening a bit and his muscles protest, too used to scowling for the last few days to remember how a decent human being should function.
His stomach, however, recalls quite vividly the taste of some delicious pastry because it starts to growl instantly, demanding to taste the sweet texture without further notice. Dean catches himself whispering to it quietly to wait just a short while and he would have felt outright stupid if he’d have some energy left to do so.
“The apple pie, please,” the guy in front of him says to Chloe.
His voice is surprisingly deep, as if he likes to gargle some stones in his free time, and Dean feels a shiver running through his body although he actually assumed his libido would have died two days ago when Slimy Bernie offered him a 'fun time’ in the closet out of the blue as if they’ve done this before at some point.
“Coming right up,” Chloe answers cheerfully (and she sounds actually sincere – Dean’s got no idea how she manages that without going crazy) before she grabs the pie and starts to pack it into a box. “You’re lucky, it’s the last one for today.”
Dean just shuffles on his feet and begins to wonder whether there would be huge traffic back home or if he’d be lucky once –
The last apple pie?