The Pie...nis Game
Word Count: 579
Warnings: One swear word spoken from the lips of injustice, but other than that, none. Just all around silliness :)
“May whoever coded this book step on Legos for the rest of their stupid lives,” I muttered, slamming the dusty pages closed with an exorbitant thump and tossing the thing onto the table. I rubbed the corners of my eyes and groaned. My eyeballs were drier than Cas’ attempts at humor.
When I peeled my eyelids open again, Sam was staring at me over the book he was holding with an amused look on his face, “So…how’s the research going?”
“Delightful,” I quipped, “In fact, I’ve vowed not to rest until I’ve read every book in the bunker.”
“That good, huh?” Sam said with a smile. He scanned the growing pile of literature in front of us, “What about this text on –”
He snorted, a sound that made me giggle before I flopped dramatically onto the table, my arms outstretched in front of me. “Reading is going to claim a life this year,” I groaned.
“Always so melodramatic,” Sam teased.
A thought crossed my mind and my head snapped up suddenly, “Wait…where’s Dean?” He had started the tedious research with us. “Didn’t he say he was going to get a book from storage?”
Sam checked his watch, “Yeah, about thirty minutes ago.”
Injustice rose from the depths of my soul, “Son. Of. A. BITCH! He ditched us!”
Sam shrugged, “I’m used to it at this point.”
I shook my head violently, “No! He must be summoned. A family that suffers together, stays together.”
An eye roll was all my speech received, “Summoned? Really, Y/N? What are you going to do, throw some whiskey and pie into a tin box and bury it beneath the Impala?”
I scowled at him. But then my brain wheels began to slowly turn again. Hmmmmmm….pie….
“Pie,” I whispered.
“What?” Sam asked in confusion, “Did you just say…”
“Pie,” I repeated, slightly louder this time. I wiggled my eyebrows at him. Sam set his book down and leaned back in his chair with a sigh, but there was a smile growing on the corners of his mouth.
“Pie.” Sam’s voice this time.
“Pie.” My vocal chords stretched.
“Pie!” Sam barked.
“Pie!” I yelled.
“PIE!” Sam was shouting at this point.
“PIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!” The word ripped from my lungs like an amazon warrior cry.
Dean burst into the library, his gun trained in front of him while his eyes wildly searched for the threat. “What’s wrong?!? I heard yelling! I heard…” he paused while his brain pulled a file from his memory. “Wait…were you guys… Were you guys saying…pie?”
I was already giggling uncontrollably, but at that point all of my senses were claimed by hysteria and I literally fell backwards in my seat. My chair hit the ground with a smack and I rolled onto the floor, snorting out laughter so strong that my tear ducts broke, releasing torrents of water down my face.
“Can’t….breathe…” I squeaked, “P-p-pie!” I wheezed out the word between my fits of laughter.
Dean looked over at Sam, who had picked back up his book and was reading as though nothing had happened. “Why were you and Y/N shouting about pie?” I had never seen Dean more confused in my entire life.
Sam shrugged his shoulders, his face blank, “Dude, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
And any hope of my lungs having a decent chance at air was gone as I rolled around on the floor like a drunk, laughing until my belly ached with happiness.