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annundrielA Bells-on-the-Door, Pies Baking, Mom and Pop Place
Dean, Sam
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500
Pushing Daisies crossover. Sam and Dean visit the Pie Hole.
This has been sitting in my notebook since May, making it the first SPN fic I ever attempted. Brushed it off a bit and figured, hey, why not. Because, seriously, you cannot watch both Supernatural and Pushing Daisies and not see how weirdly perfect the shows fit together. Nedwakes pies and bakes the dead bakes pies and wakes the dead! Dean loves pies! There is a living dead girl running around! And general weirdness.
I really wanted to call this things like "You Get Your Gun, I'll Get My Candy Bowl" or "Like a Hypoglycemic Werewolf," but obviously those do not fit.
“Dude, you have to try this pie,” Dean says, shoving his fork into Sam’s face. “It’s delicious.”
Sam frowns and moves his laptop out of the way of falling crumbs and a piece of peach perched precariously on the tines of the fork. “Can we focus, Dean?”
“Aw, c’mon, Sammy. Relax. Have some pie.” When Dean shoves the fork even closer, he can’t escape. And then it’s…it’s…
“Wow,” Sam says, chewing. “That is—”
“Like having your mood enhanced by herbal uppers masquerading as vanilla extract and baked into a perfectly flakey crust?” the waitress asks, suddenly appearing at their elbows. She’s tiny and blonde, smile as bright and welcoming as the interior of the Pie Hole.
When they just stare at her, she adds, “Not that we do that. No homeopathic pies here!” She laughs awkwardly before turning to the side and point toward the kitchen. “Only secret weapon we have is Ned.” Over the counter Sam can just see a dark haired man wearing a white apron. He’s rolling dough with another woman. She actually looks kind of familiar.
The waitress turns back, her smile looking strained around the edges. There’s a pause, a beat, before she holds out the coffee carafe. “More coffee?”
She refills both of their cups before moving to the next table, glancing over her shoulder toward the kitchen. Dean goes back to moaning over his pie, but Sam’s mind and gaze keep wandering to the woman in the back with Ned. He can almost place her.
“That’s weird,” he says finally.
“What?” Dean asks, mouth full.
Sam keeps staring.
“Sam, what?”
Sam blinks and turns toward him. “Oh. Nothing. Just—Does the woman behind the counter look familiar to you? Like we’ve seen her on the news or something?”
Dean’s attention wanders from the piece of peach perfection before him. “Uh, no?”
“You don’t think she looks like that tourist who was murdered on that cruise?”
Dean looks at the kitchen again and turns to Sam a minute later. “She doesn’t look like the undead,” he says, shrugging.
“Yeah, but—”
“Coincidence, Sam,” Dean says, attention already back on his pie. “Nothing supernatural about that.”
Sam sighs. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
“What is supernatural is how good this pie is.” Licking his lips, Dean scopes up a bite that really should not fit in his mouth. “Mmm, I love me some pie.”
Sam looks toward the kitchen one more time before pulling his laptop back in front of him. He stares at the screen blankly, unable to shake the feeling that he’s seen the woman before, that there’s something going on here. He’d call it instinct, but Dean would probably just call it paranoia.
There’s no way he’s getting any research done now, not with his mind preoccupied and Dean practically getting intimate with his pie across the booth. Instead, he shuts his computer and waves their waitress down, orders a slice of cherry and focuses on the sweet-tart taste on his tongue.
Dean, Sam
G
500
Pushing Daisies crossover. Sam and Dean visit the Pie Hole.
This has been sitting in my notebook since May, making it the first SPN fic I ever attempted. Brushed it off a bit and figured, hey, why not. Because, seriously, you cannot watch both Supernatural and Pushing Daisies and not see how weirdly perfect the shows fit together. Ned
I really wanted to call this things like "You Get Your Gun, I'll Get My Candy Bowl" or "Like a Hypoglycemic Werewolf," but obviously those do not fit.
“Dude, you have to try this pie,” Dean says, shoving his fork into Sam’s face. “It’s delicious.”
Sam frowns and moves his laptop out of the way of falling crumbs and a piece of peach perched precariously on the tines of the fork. “Can we focus, Dean?”
“Aw, c’mon, Sammy. Relax. Have some pie.” When Dean shoves the fork even closer, he can’t escape. And then it’s…it’s…
“Wow,” Sam says, chewing. “That is—”
“Like having your mood enhanced by herbal uppers masquerading as vanilla extract and baked into a perfectly flakey crust?” the waitress asks, suddenly appearing at their elbows. She’s tiny and blonde, smile as bright and welcoming as the interior of the Pie Hole.
When they just stare at her, she adds, “Not that we do that. No homeopathic pies here!” She laughs awkwardly before turning to the side and point toward the kitchen. “Only secret weapon we have is Ned.” Over the counter Sam can just see a dark haired man wearing a white apron. He’s rolling dough with another woman. She actually looks kind of familiar.
The waitress turns back, her smile looking strained around the edges. There’s a pause, a beat, before she holds out the coffee carafe. “More coffee?”
She refills both of their cups before moving to the next table, glancing over her shoulder toward the kitchen. Dean goes back to moaning over his pie, but Sam’s mind and gaze keep wandering to the woman in the back with Ned. He can almost place her.
“That’s weird,” he says finally.
“What?” Dean asks, mouth full.
Sam keeps staring.
“Sam, what?”
Sam blinks and turns toward him. “Oh. Nothing. Just—Does the woman behind the counter look familiar to you? Like we’ve seen her on the news or something?”
Dean’s attention wanders from the piece of peach perfection before him. “Uh, no?”
“You don’t think she looks like that tourist who was murdered on that cruise?”
Dean looks at the kitchen again and turns to Sam a minute later. “She doesn’t look like the undead,” he says, shrugging.
“Yeah, but—”
“Coincidence, Sam,” Dean says, attention already back on his pie. “Nothing supernatural about that.”
Sam sighs. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
“What is supernatural is how good this pie is.” Licking his lips, Dean scopes up a bite that really should not fit in his mouth. “Mmm, I love me some pie.”
Sam looks toward the kitchen one more time before pulling his laptop back in front of him. He stares at the screen blankly, unable to shake the feeling that he’s seen the woman before, that there’s something going on here. He’d call it instinct, but Dean would probably just call it paranoia.
There’s no way he’s getting any research done now, not with his mind preoccupied and Dean practically getting intimate with his pie across the booth. Instead, he shuts his computer and waves their waitress down, orders a slice of cherry and focuses on the sweet-tart taste on his tongue.
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Date: 2009-11-29 06:14 pm (UTC)Thanks for the morning treat!
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Date: 2009-11-29 09:10 pm (UTC)Is this the place to admit there might be a Waitress AU type thing floating around somewhere in the very back of my mind?
Thank you!
8D whut!
Date: 2012-11-08 02:26 am (UTC)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Really?! 8D (sorry for the threadjacking but you said shiny magic works)
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Date: 2009-11-29 08:50 pm (UTC)This is too cute. I love both shows, and the thought has occurred to me more that once (even inspiring my crack pairing of Ned/Dean, because as often as Dean dies, Ned's second talent would come in handy at some point). XD
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Date: 2009-11-29 09:14 pm (UTC)(even inspiring my crack pairing of Ned/Dean, because as often as Dean dies, Ned's second talent would come in handy at some point)
Haha! omg, yes! Ned's skills would be a great asset to Team Winchester.