If your fathers’ best friend friend showed up and asked you to save the world… would you?
Follow Sammy as she’s thrown into a whole new (magical) world as she searches for answers in the wake of her fathers’ ‘suicide’.
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“You have to have pie!” Cas grabbed the cashier by the collar, nearly pulling him over the counter.
“I-I’m sorry, Sir,” the cashiers’ voice shook, “This close to Thanksgiving nobody has any left.”
“I need pie!” Cas’ grip tightened around the collar, cashiers’ eyes going wide in fright.
The teen swallowed thickly, eyes darting around, “Y-You could always make one.”
Make one? Cas thought for a moment, could I make one? He turned narrowed eyes back to the teen, “How?”
“There’s pie filling in Aisle Two,” at the continued stare, the cashier pointed behind them, “I-I’m not sure if we still have pie shells, though.”
Cas’ grip tightened more, “I can’t just serve them pie filling!” he hesitated for a moment, “… Could I?”
“If you wanted to.”
The raven-haired man dropped the cashier against the desk, breathlessly, bee-lining for the aforementioned aisle. Pie filling… pie filling… where is-ah! Cas’ eyes widened at all the different cans, blueberry, cherry, pumpkin, apple? Why are there so many?
He turned angry eyes to the cashier, “Why are there so many?”
The cashiers’ eyebrows knit together in confusion, “What do you mean?”
Cas huffed in annoyance, “Which one do I pick?”
The cashier shrugged, taking a few steps toward the backroom, “Whichever flavour you like.”
I don’t know which flavour’s his favourite… he glanced at the clock on the back wall, and I’m running out of time! He swiped his arm across the shelf, knocking all the cans into his basket, I’ll just get all of them.
Okay, he threw the grocery bag down on the counter with a huff, starring into it with a mounting panic, what do I make first? He eyed the pie filling and the pie crusts, does pie take longer? He began lining all the cans out on the counter, starring over the flavours, I’ll start with these so I have time to perfect them for Dean. He grabbed one of the cans, placing it inside one of the shells, looking confused, that’s not how the picture looks… He picked the can up to inspect it. Upon shaking it, he heard a squishing, cheeks going red at his embarrassment even though he was alone, of course… it’s inside the can! He pulled a knife from a drawer, stabbing the top of the can – frowning when it didn’t open. He tapped the knife on the lid of the can again, sound of metal clinking against metal filling the air, how the hell…?
His eyes drifted slightly downward, toward the paper on the middle, he smirked as he turned the can on its’ side, taking the knife to the paper. The paper fell away from the can in a few slices, only to reveal more metal underneath, much to Cas’ dismay. The whole can is metal?
Huffing in rage, he grasped the can firmly in one hand and began sawing into it with the knife, using all the strength he could muster, “I… don’t…have…time…for…this.”
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