Fic: Miss American Pie
Dean Winchester and Claire Bennet
SPN/Heroes
Claire wiped off the counter for about the bazillionth time. God, she hated this stupid bakery. She wanted to bake, not deal with stupid people. The only saving grace was that the place's name was the "Sassy Cakes Bakery" and it was pretty much acceptable for her to have an attitude. Supposedly, it was a part of the "charm" of the place.
The most important part was the paycheck, and Claire saved every penny she possibly could. She just wanted to get a new car since she'd abandoned her old one in a ditch a few miles outside of the town where she was now staying. She could never remember the name of it, some rinky-dink place in the middle of nowhere. She'd been drinking in the bars, hustling drinking contests and pool when she could, but all the bartetnders were starting to suspect her, so she had to find a more permanent place to stay and a legal source of fixed income.
Luckily, Sassy Cakes had an apartment upstairs, owned by the manager of the bakery, who was happy to let Claire rent so long as she worked downstairs. Having always loved to bake, Claire was glad to oblige. Until she realized she wouldn't be doing much baking. The only things they let her make were simple things, like pie, cookies, and the occasional batch of homemade brownies.
"Hey, you open?" The gruff voice broke Claire's trance, as she was still wiping the same spot on the counter. She looked up to see a guy she'd never seen before in town, and hot as hell, too.
"Yeah, c'mon in, man," she said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. "What can I get for you?"
"Need me some pie," he replied, grinning. "Was told yours is the best in town."
Claire nodded, it was true. They were the only real bakery in town, and the pie at the diner... well, it wasn't exactly reliable. "Alrighty, I've got apple, pumpkin, or pecan, what'll it be?"
"Ain't nothin' better than apple pie. Box me up a whole one, sweetheart?" The guy flashed what he obviously thought is a charming grin, and while Claire did find him hot, she wasn't falling for it. "Got a name," she replied dryly, "it's Claire." She pointed to the name tag pinned to her apron.
"Oh, believe me," he returned, "I saw it. I was lookin' right at it." He gave a wink, and Claire rolled her eyes. "I'm Dean," he added, moving to lean on the counter. "So... Pie?"
He was just the kind of guy Claire tried to avoid. Stuck on himself and too damn pretty for his own good. "One track mind much?" She couldn't help but give him a hard time, since she figured he was expecting her to swoon at his feet or something.
"I love me some pie, an' yours looks delicious. So, while you're boxing up my apple pie, what's got you in Ohio?" Dean didn't actually care, he just wanted to chat her up because she was kind of cute.
"Wanderlust," she answered shortly, "And you?" She only asked to be polite, and she set about getting a box ready for the pie. "Working on a case," he said, trying to sound like a big shot.
"What, you a private investigator or something?" Claire's expression turned amsued as she grabbed a pie out of the display. She'd made it herself just this morning, and it had turned out perfectly, golden brown, lightly sugared crust. She wanted to eat it herself, but unfortunately it was gonna go to this guy.
Dean smirked, waggling his eyebrows. "Yeah, you could say that. I'm a private dick." He was clearly pleased with his own bad (awful, really) pun. "You're a dick, alright," Claire retorted automatically.
"Aw, sweetheart, you're hurtin' my pride, here." He clutched his chest dramatically, as though pained deeply. "Don't you 'sweetheart' me, I've told you, my name's Claire. If I wanted to be called something else I'd have pinned it to my chest. Lord knows you're paying that enough attention."
"It's the apron, what can I say. The little cupcakes, they're so friggin' cute." Every word that came out of his mouth was complete and utter bullshit, so far as Claire could tell. Though she was rather fond of this apron...
"Yup. You're a dick."
Dean raised an eyebrow at her. "Such customer service, it's a wonder you get any business." He paused a moment, then. "And I prefer jerk, thank you."
"Hey, man, it's called the 'Sassy Pants Bakery' for a reason." Claire said as she laid the pie on the counter. She'd really wanted to slam it down, but she worked hard on it, she'd rather see it eaten, even by a jerk like Dean than ruined by her temper. "So, like, just pay me and I might actually thank you with a genuine smile."
He threw a few bills down, enough to pay for the pie and leave her a decent tip. Despite the sass, he didn't mind tipping her. She'd been a good sport, all things considered, and he was impressed that she held her own against him. "There you go, Claire." He laid the extra emphasis on her name just to be an ass, and lingered near the counter to wait for her reaction, slowly walking backwards toward the door.
"You really are a dick, you know. I'll have to make a special pie just in case you come back, I'll be sure to spit in it." She scowled at him, though secretly she was pretty impressed with the tip. She gave a sardonic smile, waving exaggeratedly. "Enjoy your pie!"
SPN/Heroes
Claire wiped off the counter for about the bazillionth time. God, she hated this stupid bakery. She wanted to bake, not deal with stupid people. The only saving grace was that the place's name was the "Sassy Cakes Bakery" and it was pretty much acceptable for her to have an attitude. Supposedly, it was a part of the "charm" of the place.
The most important part was the paycheck, and Claire saved every penny she possibly could. She just wanted to get a new car since she'd abandoned her old one in a ditch a few miles outside of the town where she was now staying. She could never remember the name of it, some rinky-dink place in the middle of nowhere. She'd been drinking in the bars, hustling drinking contests and pool when she could, but all the bartetnders were starting to suspect her, so she had to find a more permanent place to stay and a legal source of fixed income.
Luckily, Sassy Cakes had an apartment upstairs, owned by the manager of the bakery, who was happy to let Claire rent so long as she worked downstairs. Having always loved to bake, Claire was glad to oblige. Until she realized she wouldn't be doing much baking. The only things they let her make were simple things, like pie, cookies, and the occasional batch of homemade brownies.
"Hey, you open?" The gruff voice broke Claire's trance, as she was still wiping the same spot on the counter. She looked up to see a guy she'd never seen before in town, and hot as hell, too.
"Yeah, c'mon in, man," she said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. "What can I get for you?"
"Need me some pie," he replied, grinning. "Was told yours is the best in town."
Claire nodded, it was true. They were the only real bakery in town, and the pie at the diner... well, it wasn't exactly reliable. "Alrighty, I've got apple, pumpkin, or pecan, what'll it be?"
"Ain't nothin' better than apple pie. Box me up a whole one, sweetheart?" The guy flashed what he obviously thought is a charming grin, and while Claire did find him hot, she wasn't falling for it. "Got a name," she replied dryly, "it's Claire." She pointed to the name tag pinned to her apron.
"Oh, believe me," he returned, "I saw it. I was lookin' right at it." He gave a wink, and Claire rolled her eyes. "I'm Dean," he added, moving to lean on the counter. "So... Pie?"
He was just the kind of guy Claire tried to avoid. Stuck on himself and too damn pretty for his own good. "One track mind much?" She couldn't help but give him a hard time, since she figured he was expecting her to swoon at his feet or something.
"I love me some pie, an' yours looks delicious. So, while you're boxing up my apple pie, what's got you in Ohio?" Dean didn't actually care, he just wanted to chat her up because she was kind of cute.
"Wanderlust," she answered shortly, "And you?" She only asked to be polite, and she set about getting a box ready for the pie. "Working on a case," he said, trying to sound like a big shot.
"What, you a private investigator or something?" Claire's expression turned amsued as she grabbed a pie out of the display. She'd made it herself just this morning, and it had turned out perfectly, golden brown, lightly sugared crust. She wanted to eat it herself, but unfortunately it was gonna go to this guy.
Dean smirked, waggling his eyebrows. "Yeah, you could say that. I'm a private dick." He was clearly pleased with his own bad (awful, really) pun. "You're a dick, alright," Claire retorted automatically.
"Aw, sweetheart, you're hurtin' my pride, here." He clutched his chest dramatically, as though pained deeply. "Don't you 'sweetheart' me, I've told you, my name's Claire. If I wanted to be called something else I'd have pinned it to my chest. Lord knows you're paying that enough attention."
"It's the apron, what can I say. The little cupcakes, they're so friggin' cute." Every word that came out of his mouth was complete and utter bullshit, so far as Claire could tell. Though she was rather fond of this apron...
"Yup. You're a dick."
Dean raised an eyebrow at her. "Such customer service, it's a wonder you get any business." He paused a moment, then. "And I prefer jerk, thank you."
"Hey, man, it's called the 'Sassy Pants Bakery' for a reason." Claire said as she laid the pie on the counter. She'd really wanted to slam it down, but she worked hard on it, she'd rather see it eaten, even by a jerk like Dean than ruined by her temper. "So, like, just pay me and I might actually thank you with a genuine smile."
He threw a few bills down, enough to pay for the pie and leave her a decent tip. Despite the sass, he didn't mind tipping her. She'd been a good sport, all things considered, and he was impressed that she held her own against him. "There you go, Claire." He laid the extra emphasis on her name just to be an ass, and lingered near the counter to wait for her reaction, slowly walking backwards toward the door.
"You really are a dick, you know. I'll have to make a special pie just in case you come back, I'll be sure to spit in it." She scowled at him, though secretly she was pretty impressed with the tip. She gave a sardonic smile, waving exaggeratedly. "Enjoy your pie!"