#pie drabble

[youre-my-boshaw-baby]

"how art thou fallen from Heaven? Lucifer, son of the Morning?" The taller angel with wings of the purest blue asks, bringing upon him Lucifer's attention. "Same as you, Asariel, angel of waves." Lucifer offers him a saddened small smile. "The angels which kept not their first estate in everlasting claims, under darkness, rightly call'd thee down."

[youre-my-boshaw-baby]

How Asariel Became Lowell

-A Billion years ago-

Balthazar and Gabriel leave the dining room in a clatter of laughter, and stories of the war and close calls, and things stolen, and tricks played. It had felt like something close to an eon since they had last had the chance to catch up in such a big way.

Jolting to a stop, the British angel stares at his younger, much taller brother. The awkward giant had his dark waves pulled tightly into a pony tail, and he looked unsure of himself in the company of his older brother's friends. "Did you stand there all alone?" Furrowing his brows, Balthazar frowns at the giant standing infront of him. His brother had always perplexed him in the weirdest way.

"Oh, I cannot explain whats going down." The giant professes carefully, " I can see you standing next to me, in and out somewhere else right now Trees, and fog. But at the same time I am here." Asariel sighs,and looks away. "I can see it clear as day." He closes his eyes, so afraid of what his brother or Gabriel would say, and hides behind that baby face of his.

"You can drive all night, looking for the answers in the pouring rain, Little brother." Balthazar says, waving Gabriel back towards the dining room, and putting his full attention on Asariel, "wanting to find peace of mind, and looking for the answer to your silly questions. OR you can come back to the party, and be social."

''Balthazar, is that really how you want to handle your brother's problems?" Gabriel asks, glancing between the two british angels, and taking note of the amount of blue feathers falling from the flurry of Asariel's wings. "He's shedding pretty fast."

Crossing his arms, Balthazar scowls, "if you're so worried, you take care of it." He, says turning his back to the situation Blocking out the veiw of himself with giant sails of brown feathers, "He was always closer to Lucifer anyways." The name of their eldest brother springs tears to Lowell's eyes, and causes it to start raining outside, "And for the love of everything, stop crying! You're going to ruin my party." With that, Balthazar leaves the two angels there in a bed of Gold and Blue feathers.

"So, you're the younger brother that Balth doesnt like to talk about." Gabriel says, running a thumb down Asariel's chin.

"He's right you know, I was much closer to Lucifer." He answers quietly, ashamed of it.

"I don't care who you were closer to! Hell, I dont even know what they call you."

"we are called Asariel."

"ASARIEL? really?" Gabriel says in awe, "As in-"

"God's living weapon. The angel he morphed with a demon." Asariel nods. "The Angel, Asariel and the Demon, Mammon."

"But that doesn't count you as either, then why do you go by Asariel?" Gabriel questions the same thing Asariel, himself had been questoning. "Shouldnt you be going by a different name?"

"I-I don't know." The giant says, gripping the book in his hands tighter to his chest, and Gabriel tilts his head at the sight of it.

"What was your vessel called?"

"Lowell Tracey." The gaint professes again, and Gabriel grins, making Asariel blush.

"Why not?"

"I dont know. I guess there is no reason why She does not go by Asariel and why I do not go as Lowell."

"Well, Lowell." Gabriel offers a hand, and Lowell takes it, "Let us go back to the party."

[youre-my-boshaw-baby]

This is going with @tattooedSamoose's Little Dream Fic. let me know what y'all think?

Sitting in our house in L.A, I sit with my best friend while snap chatting the guys, as they are on their way to a convention in France. Or at least that's where they're suppose to be going, IF they were actually on the appearance list, which they weren't. Furrowing my brow I shrug, "Maybe there was a glitch on the website or something." I tell Crys, and she shrugs.

"Mark is already there." She smiles, and I know she's still in a slight daze over her marriage to Mark last week. And honestly I couldnt bee more happy that she's so happy.

"huh." I say, and about jump out of my skin when "Simple man" starts playing on my phone saying I got a snap. Opening it, I about burst out laughing at the sight of Mark and Rich both smiling like idiots, and holding their hands up to the camera- as if they meant to wave but got stuck in time. 'See you soon. Love you.-Rich' The caption says, and I'm beside myself in happiness.

"Pie, you're giggling, what's going on?" Crys asks, making some concerned Moose noises that even Jared admits makes him jealous.

"It's nothing Moose, I just figured out where the guys were." I giggle, opening the next snap that was a picture of our front door.

"Yeah, where's that?" She asks me, totally oblivious of the sound of the door opening.

"Hello?" Rich calls, "Cupcake I'm home!" And oh man, the size of Chris's eyes is almost comical.

"Hey Babe!" I laugh, and he comes into the kitchen with a florish and immediately cuddles me. "how was the con?" I ask and he blows a stray strand of hair from his face.

"Exhausting." He sighs, and buries his face into my neck, "why couldn't you come with us?"

"because I hate flying?" I giggle at the feeling of his beard against the sensitive skin on my neck.

"I will get you to one." He says determined, then blows a raspberry before straighting up and going on his way.

---- A couple months later--

Rich reaches a hand out, and takes mine. And in the moment my heart is beating in my throat, and I feel like the brightest shining star. Sure they're slightly worn, and a little more then just a little calloused form years of playing the guitar and acting, but they're like a warm blanket on a cold night. Immediately goose bumps rise on my arms.

"How you holding up Beautiful?" He asks, leaning his forehead against mine. And oh God, the way he smells like a deep forest after the rain. Those beautiful golden eyes piece through mine and I'm left speechless in the wake of him being so close. "oh that's right, you tend to like to go mute when I'm this close. Wonder why." He wiggles a brow at me taking a step back , and playfully I slap his arm.

"I-It's not fair that you get to use that card against me!" I choke out, feeling suddenly so cold in the places where he was touching.

"Calm down." He rolls his eyes playfully, "you know I love you."

"Yeah, I know." I give him my best verison of Jensen's wink, "now get out there on stage! You're fans are waiting."

"give me a minute! I gotta kiss my number one fan first!" He says, the gives me a quick sweet kiss. One that tastes like the the Take 5 bar he had just been munching on.

"Go!" I swat at him, and he grins at me. A look I've grown to crave.

"okay, okay Im going! Sheesh." He teases, but makes his way to the stage.And smiling I lean back against the green room table, and rub my swelling belly. We didn't really mean for it to happen this way, actually it's quite the opposite then what we meant to happen. We were just getting to the point where we were talking about getting married when, boom! I was pregnat.Taking a deep breath, I move to where I can listen to the panel.

"okay, okay! I know you all have questions about who the lovely lady always on my arm is, So I'm just gonna attack the subject like this, Sugar will you come on stage?" Rich says, and a uproar of cheers errupts in the crowd. Heart in my throat again, I take the arm that Matt had held out to me, and together we headed to the stage, where We were greeted with more cheering, and I am handed a microphone.

"Hey." I say awkwardly into it, and wince as my voice bounces around the room and comes back to me. "H-hi everyone!" I give a shy wave, and Rich comes over to where I'm standing.

"So everyone wanted to know who you were. and well," He laughs a little, and I know that he's nervous about something. "Hell, I couldn't think of a better way to introduce you....the way I WANTED to, so." dropping to a knee he beams up at me, "Will you-" He starts, but I cut him off by saying "Banana Hammock." Into my microphone. The crowd errupts, and I'm telling you, they are LOUD.

"Wha- Why do you need a safe word?" Rich asks, almost beside himself in laughter, "and besides, that's ROB'S safe word. See? It's got Safe right in it."

"yeah, that's MY safe word!" Rob laughs. "Ty's not even here!"

"Banana Hammock," I say again, searching his slightly scruff covered face, "Banana Hammock because you know if you asked me- I wouldn't say no."

"And?" Rich asks dumbfounded, even as the crowd cheers something crazy.

"And just kiss me already, and call me your Fiance." I say, feeling how hot my face is and knowing that I'm flushed as hell.

"well, maybe I don't want to marry you anymore now that I know you said yes." He teases, and everyone looks appalled for a long minute, of course they all knew about it.

"Maybe I didnt want to marry YOU either." I tease right back, and standing up he kisses me, and puts the ring on my finger.

"My fiance everyone!" He says, holding our hands up into the air with a beaming smile.

[sbaliosa]

//PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE//

“Bring me some pie!”

That was the phrase.

His phrase.

He’d grown accustomed to hearing his brother say it; it almost went completely unnoticed anymore. Most of the time he would come back to their motel room — or car — with no pie, and roll his eyes as he watched the pout form on the young man’s lips, his head droop, and a begrudgingly leaden sigh drift from his nostrils as he took the food Sam did manage to remember. Of course, it always resulted in going back to get a slice of pie.  

As much as it irritated him at the time, now it was all he wished for. He’d have gladly spent the rest of his life in some time loop, like Gabriel had trapped him in that Tuesday, endlessly serving his brother slice after slice of pie. Even if that’s all they did for the rest of their lives. 

At least he’d get to see Dean’s smile again. 

It was better than the mess of blood and flesh in his grasp now. Lifeless eyes, adorned just above a mouth clenched tight, resting atop a battered and bruised body, sliced and diced like the chocolate shavings he loved on his pies. And for what…him?

What a waste of a soul.