Faith rubbed her eyes tiredly, as she closed the door softly behind her. She set the bag filled with pie on the table, and went over to Dean's bed.
She bent down near his head.
"Dean," she whispered. "Pie."
Dean
Dean's nostrils flared up and he sat up in bed.
"Awesome," he said sleepily, rubbing his eyes and throwing the bedsheets aside.
Faith
Faith grinned and went over to the table, then glanced at the still sleeping Sam.
"If he thinks he can stop us eating pie, he's wrong."
Dean
"Why would he even think it?" Dean pulled himself over to the table, still in shorts and tank, and sat in front of the bag.
He started looking through.
"That's a lot of pie," his eyebrows rose, "what kinds have we got?"
Faith
"Um... a whole mix," Faith said, leaning back in her chair.
"I just kinda... got whatever was left."
Dean
"Awesome," Dean nodded, picking one off the top.
He looked it over and couldn't tell what it was, so just bit into it.
He groaned in appreciation as he chewed.
Faith
Faith took another piece and broke a piece off, popping it into her mouth.
"Pie definitely tastes better at 3am."
Dean & Sam
"I don't know how, but you're right. It does," Dean nodded, chowing down again.
Sam's arm moved before anything else did, and as soon as his brain registered a lack of company in the bed his eyes opened.
He grunted a little as he sat up.
"What are you doing?" he asked, seeing the light on and two vague shapes at the table.
Faith
Faith turned and looked at Sam, her face slightly what a sheepish child's would have been like, if that child had been caught raiding a cookie jar.
"Eating pie," she stated.
Sam & Dean
"Pie?" Sam frowned, rubbing his eyes as he also sat up.
"Pie," Dean nodded confirmation, complete with mouthful.
Faith
"Do you want some?" Faith asked, indicating the bag.
"I got quite a bit."
Sam & Dean
"What time is it?" Sam asked, unable to decipher his watch yet.
Dean checked his.
"Three fifteen. You want pie or not?"
Sam sighed, throwing off his covers.
"Maybe one," he relented.
"Don't force yourself," Dean's eyebrows rose.
"Fine. They smell good, ok?"
Faith
Faith grinned, and pulled another piece of her pie apart.
"I'm telling you, it's all to do with the time."
Sam & Dean
"The time?" Sam asked as he joined them.
"Yeh. They taste better at this time of morning," Dean nodded.
Sam looked in the bag, and soon gave up telling them apart and just took a rando one.
"Maybe you just like the idea of having them for breakfast," he suggested.
Faith
"Possibly," Faith replied, shrugging.
"Either way, pie is awesome."
Dean
"Amen sister," Dean agreed, before pausing as he realised how weird that sounded now.
It didn't take long before he finished his first pie.