Cross-posted from 12 days of ficmas
Title: Getting Some Pie For Dean
Participant: kira
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: wee!Sam, unnamed gas station owner, mention of wee!Dean, Bobby, John
Disclaimer: Don’t own it, wish I did!
Summary/Teaser: Dean’s sick & Sammy leaves their motel room for some pie…
Rating: G
Notes: Thanks go out to my beta Kat for pinking this for me.
For Vexed… Happy Holidays!
Sammy walked into the gas station’s convenience store and looked around. He knew he was not supposed to leave the motel room he was sharing with Dean, but this was an emergency. Dean was sick and the only thing the six year knew that would make his brother feel better was pie. So he grabbed the handful of change his brother had left on the bedside table and the motel key and went to the gas station for some pie. By the time Uncle Bobby got there, it could be too late and besides, he had to care of Dean as Daddy said so before he left.
“Hey, Mister?” Sammy said as he walked up to guy manning the register.
“Hmmm?” The man looked up from the magazine he was reading. “Can I help you?” he said as he wondered where the little boy came from. A quick sidelong glance out the window revealed no car in sight. The kid had big eyes and a thin, solemn face like his little one at home and he hoped he was not lost. He thought about calling the police, but the kid was not acting like he was lost, so maybe he came from the motel next door. Every summer since they built the motel next door, the place had its share of kids looking for candy. He figured this was just another one in a long string of them. Although, if he ever saw his parents, he would be sure to give them a what-for, for letting such a little kid wander around on his own.
“Please? My brother’s sick and he needs some pie,” Sammy said with all the seriousness the six year old could muster. “I got some money to pay for it.” Sammy reached into his pocket, took out the change, and put it on the counter.
“I see.” The man smiled as he reached for the change. He vaguely remembered a slightly older kid, who came in the other day, looking for pie and a jar of peanut butter. “Let’s see if we can find some pie.” The man walked out from behind the counter.
“Okay.” Sammy followed the man to refrigerated cases. As far as he knew, pie did not have to be kept cold, but then again, pie never lasted for long when Dean was around.
“Here,” the man said as he opened the case and took out a couple of pot pies. “Do you and your brother like chicken? And do you have a microwave?”
Sammy nodded. Daddy got him chicken nuggets for dinner last night as they were his favorite for being good and helping to look after Dean. He looked at the box the man handed him. It had a picture of the pot pie and you could see the gravy, chicken, and veggies. Dean was always telling him to eat his veggies, so that was good. “Does it have pickles inside?” His brother also trusted him to use the microwave, so he could make lunch for the two of them when he got back once he found out if it had the kind of veggies that Dean liked.
“Pickles?”
“Yeah. My brother says pickles and fries are veggies.”
The man laughed. “Sorry, kid, no pickles or fries, but it does have potatoes, peas, and carrots. Those are veggies.”
“Good.” Sammy took the other box the man gave him. “You got any sweet pies? Like ones with cherry inside? My brother loves those.”
“Sure. They’re over here.”
Sammy followed him over to where there was a case full of donuts and a coffee machine. On a shelf where he could not reach, were several little boxes. The man took one down and handed it to him. Sammy grinned. It not only looked like a pie, but it said cherry and had a couple of cherries on the box. “Thanks, Mister.”
“You’re welcome. Is there a pie I can get for you?”
Sammy shook his head. “No thanks.”
“How about a donut?”
The six year old bit his lip. Donuts were a rare treat, but those looked so good… especially the one with the chocolate frosting and sprinkles on top. “Do I have enough money for it?”
The man nodded, even though the change Sammy had given him was not quite a dollar. Whoever this kid was, his parents had done a good job raising a sweet, polite, little boy. Besides, he owned the place and if he wanted to give away a donut or two, who cares?
“Can I please get the chocolate one with sprinkles?”
The man nodded and grabbing a napkin, he took out the donut Sammy wanted and put it in a paper bag. He handed it to him.
“Thanks, Mister.”
“Let’s go up to the register and let me ring you up.”
“Okay.”
The man rang everything up and put it in the bag, which he handed to Sammy. He made a mental note to throw a five dollar bill in the till when the kid left.
“Thanks, Mister, and bye!” Sammy waved.
“Bye!”
Sammy left the convenience store and headed back to the motel. He could not wait to make lunch for Dean. He hoped his brother liked the pies he got him. If not, he could always share his donut with him.
Participant: kira
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: wee!Sam, unnamed gas station owner, mention of wee!Dean, Bobby, John
Disclaimer: Don’t own it, wish I did!
Summary/Teaser: Dean’s sick & Sammy leaves their motel room for some pie…
Rating: G
Notes: Thanks go out to my beta Kat for pinking this for me.
For Vexed… Happy Holidays!
Sammy walked into the gas station’s convenience store and looked around. He knew he was not supposed to leave the motel room he was sharing with Dean, but this was an emergency. Dean was sick and the only thing the six year knew that would make his brother feel better was pie. So he grabbed the handful of change his brother had left on the bedside table and the motel key and went to the gas station for some pie. By the time Uncle Bobby got there, it could be too late and besides, he had to care of Dean as Daddy said so before he left.
“Hey, Mister?” Sammy said as he walked up to guy manning the register.
“Hmmm?” The man looked up from the magazine he was reading. “Can I help you?” he said as he wondered where the little boy came from. A quick sidelong glance out the window revealed no car in sight. The kid had big eyes and a thin, solemn face like his little one at home and he hoped he was not lost. He thought about calling the police, but the kid was not acting like he was lost, so maybe he came from the motel next door. Every summer since they built the motel next door, the place had its share of kids looking for candy. He figured this was just another one in a long string of them. Although, if he ever saw his parents, he would be sure to give them a what-for, for letting such a little kid wander around on his own.
“Please? My brother’s sick and he needs some pie,” Sammy said with all the seriousness the six year old could muster. “I got some money to pay for it.” Sammy reached into his pocket, took out the change, and put it on the counter.
“I see.” The man smiled as he reached for the change. He vaguely remembered a slightly older kid, who came in the other day, looking for pie and a jar of peanut butter. “Let’s see if we can find some pie.” The man walked out from behind the counter.
“Okay.” Sammy followed the man to refrigerated cases. As far as he knew, pie did not have to be kept cold, but then again, pie never lasted for long when Dean was around.
“Here,” the man said as he opened the case and took out a couple of pot pies. “Do you and your brother like chicken? And do you have a microwave?”
Sammy nodded. Daddy got him chicken nuggets for dinner last night as they were his favorite for being good and helping to look after Dean. He looked at the box the man handed him. It had a picture of the pot pie and you could see the gravy, chicken, and veggies. Dean was always telling him to eat his veggies, so that was good. “Does it have pickles inside?” His brother also trusted him to use the microwave, so he could make lunch for the two of them when he got back once he found out if it had the kind of veggies that Dean liked.
“Pickles?”
“Yeah. My brother says pickles and fries are veggies.”
The man laughed. “Sorry, kid, no pickles or fries, but it does have potatoes, peas, and carrots. Those are veggies.”
“Good.” Sammy took the other box the man gave him. “You got any sweet pies? Like ones with cherry inside? My brother loves those.”
“Sure. They’re over here.”
Sammy followed him over to where there was a case full of donuts and a coffee machine. On a shelf where he could not reach, were several little boxes. The man took one down and handed it to him. Sammy grinned. It not only looked like a pie, but it said cherry and had a couple of cherries on the box. “Thanks, Mister.”
“You’re welcome. Is there a pie I can get for you?”
Sammy shook his head. “No thanks.”
“How about a donut?”
The six year old bit his lip. Donuts were a rare treat, but those looked so good… especially the one with the chocolate frosting and sprinkles on top. “Do I have enough money for it?”
The man nodded, even though the change Sammy had given him was not quite a dollar. Whoever this kid was, his parents had done a good job raising a sweet, polite, little boy. Besides, he owned the place and if he wanted to give away a donut or two, who cares?
“Can I please get the chocolate one with sprinkles?”
The man nodded and grabbing a napkin, he took out the donut Sammy wanted and put it in a paper bag. He handed it to him.
“Thanks, Mister.”
“Let’s go up to the register and let me ring you up.”
“Okay.”
The man rang everything up and put it in the bag, which he handed to Sammy. He made a mental note to throw a five dollar bill in the till when the kid left.
“Thanks, Mister, and bye!” Sammy waved.
“Bye!”
Sammy left the convenience store and headed back to the motel. He could not wait to make lunch for Dean. He hoped his brother liked the pies he got him. If not, he could always share his donut with him.