You were about to get full-on ravenous any moment if you didn't have anything to munch on.

Sam had you on a low-carb diet after he convinced you that it helped gain muscle and lose that extra fat stored in your body. You saw the clear results on him and you were determined to try.

Only problem?

The temptations of satisfying desserts and junk food was too hard to fight off. While you had been going strong for the set ten days, you couldn't go on any longer without something satisfying.

You scoured the fridge for anything you could find. Sam stopped stocking on chocolate and processed fruit juices a while ago but Dean... He had his own supply of something delicious for him-

You saw it right before your eyes. The white Styrofoam box that held something mouth watering inside. You held it in your hands delicately, paying attention that it wouldn't slip and fall.

You opened it up and instantly fell in love with the slice of... You smelt it... cherry pie sitting cozily inside, the sugary topping syrup oozing over it's sides.

Before you knew it, the whole masterpiece of a dessert was chewed up and sitting in your stomach.

Though you aren't satisfied at all... You wanted more of it. You gobbled it up and didn't savour the flavour.

You continued to look through the fridge and the kitchen cabinets for anything Sam may have hidden or Dean may have kept for his stash of pleasure food.

Nothing at all.

Nothing but dust collecting inside the cupboard.

You sulked. What little satisfaction the slice of cherry pie had brought had been completely driven away by your desire for something much-

"What are you doing?"

You looked to the doorway, your tongue stick out at the side of your mouth, to find Dean standing with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

"N-Nothing, just hungry for something sweet and delectable," You said as you scoured around the kitchen, "What about you?"

"Aren't you on that special diet with Sam?" He questioned and you crossed your arms. "Well... I'm having a short break," You answered quickly and scratched your head, suddenly finding his way of looking in the fridge odd.

"Anyways, I wanted to ask-"

"SON OF A FREAKING-"

He stood up quickly and looked to his right blankly, watching you with the corner of his eye. "Where's my pie?!" He sort of exclaimed them looked directly at you, his eyes glancing at the table behind you.

"N-No no no," He hurried to the table but you took the box and his it behind you. You stood in his way and smiled nervously, "D-Dean, my favorite Winchester! What do you mean your p-pie?"

You put your hand to his chest and pushed him back a bit while stroking it. "Have I ever told you that your eyes are probably the most enchanting I've seen?" You said in a lustful whisper, attempting to distract him while you caressed his cheek.

He smiled slightly, feeling a bit turned on but then shook his head and furrowed his eyebrows, returning to his anger.

"You ate my pie! HOW DARE YOU?!" He yelled and you huffed. "What do you mean your pie Dean?! You're not the only one who likes pie amongst us!" You responded, with an equally loud tone.

He clenched his jaw and looked to the floor, scoffing. "But I love it more than-"

He gripped your arm and pushed you a bit. "What are you doing?" You asked with irritated. He smiled forcefully and crossed his arms, "Move your foot."

You rolled your eyes and moved yourself after looking at the floor. There was something stuck under your slipper. You lifted your foot then took the paper, biting your lip with guilt after you read it.

"Read it," He said with the fake smile Dean Winchester is known for. You sighed and read it out loud, "'FOR DEAN. This slice better be untouched when I want to eat it!'"

He looked at you with a, 'Do I look stupid?' smile and you pushed him with annoyance. "Ugh Dean quit being a jerk, it was just pie. Go get more-"

"Oh for the love of-" He rubbed his eyes with frustration as you walked out of the kitchen, "Do you know how far I drove to get that particular pie? Do you even know how long I waited after that?! It was freshly made and beautiful and... It's gone now! It didn't get the love it deserved!"

He yelled at you and you turned around sharply. "YOU PUT IT IN THE FRIDGE, IT'S NOT FRESH ANYMORE DUMBASS!" You shouted and he groaned loudly with anger.

"If you want it so bad you can strap me to one of those operating chairs here in the Bunker and cut me open!" You suggested with rage, "Won't you and your 'perfect piece of pie' be happy then?!"

Dean sighed but you didn't stop. "Or do you want me to puke it out for you?" You placed your hands on your hips and looked at him with disgust.

"[y/n] I-"

"Do you really think I would eat your slice of pie on purpose?" You looked at him with disbelief, "Hell, you'd marry a slice of pie and live happily ever after! I wouldn't even be surprised!"

You ran a hand through your hair, "Do you think that I saw the box with the 'note' and thought 'HAHA, pay back for Dean! I'm going to crush this note with my foot and eat his pie and then let's see who'll get the last laugh!'?"

You just stared with him, Dean didn't say anything. You shook your head with disappointment.

You scoffed, then sucked in a breath and marched to the Bunker door. On the way you spotted the keys to the Impala and put them in your pocket.

"Now where are you taking my Baby?" He asked and you rolled your eyes. "To get some pie 'To turn that frown upside down'!" You said and walked out of the door.