fandomhigh | Food Appreciation, Class Seven, Period 3

Marshall had been experiencing...technical difficulties in the bedroom the last day or so. Normally that would be cause for panic, anger and a bit of crying in a closet. But Marshall had students to attend to and, goddammit, he wasn't about to cry in front of them. So instead of actually crying he looked a bit grumpy and on edge during the whole class.

In order to keep himself from freaking out too bad he switched up the syllabus a bit and moved one very special class up to today. And that class was all about--

"Pie."

Marshall gestured at the buffet table which was covered in all sorts of pie. Sweet pie. None of that savory stuff. Marshall wanted sugar today, dammit. "Pie is the single most delicious thing on the planet and if you think otherwise? You're wrong. Simple as that."

And right now he would probably fight the person who tried to argue with him about that. You don't want to fight with Marshall. That guy was crazy.

"There all sorts of pies. Fruit pies, chocolate pies, pies with nuts in them, sweet potato pie," Marshall got a dreamy look on his face. "There's pie with meat in them like chicken pot pie and those weird ones with beef in them that English people like. They're all good. Pie is good no matter what way you have it."

"We're sticking to the sweet pies today because I said so," he said a little irritably. He lifted up a cheesecake. "Cheesecake is totally a pie. Wikipedia said. Well, it said it was a tart which is an open-topped pie so there."

There was a long pause.

"Actually, you know what? They're cake. Yep. Cake and you shouldn't eat them because it's pie day. Here, I'll take them off your hands," Marshall said, gathering up the four cheesecakes that were on the table. "Don't you worry, I'll get rid of them."

And by "get rid of them" he meant "sit in the back, eat them and not share". He so wasn't in a sharing mood.

"Eat pie! Don't bother me unless you have to!"

Poor, sexless Marshall.

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"I'm only going to have one or two pieces," Sam said. "The rest can be yours."

"Dude, I'm never going to understand how you got so tall when you eat like you do," Dean said shaking his head.

"I eat," Sam protested. "Just like a normal person, that's all. Not everyone has your stomach."

"Yeah but you didn't grow like a normal person," Dean pointed out.

"You're just annoyed because I'm taller than you," Sam teased. "Maybe you'll grow more too, and we can be the same height."

"Dude, I'm 18. I think I'm done growing. And I'm a perfectly respectable height."

"So am I," Sam said, taking a bite of pie. "It's better than being short and chubby."

"You were never chubby," Dean told him.

"You missed some of the most awkward years," Sam pointed out carefully. "So you have to settle for just teasing me about being tall."

"You weren't chubby when I got portalized, you weren't chubby when I got out. So, what, you were chubby for like five minutes or something?"

"You were gone for a while," Sam said, shrugging. "But then my growth spurts started and it kind of took care of itself."

"I think I'm going to have to see some proof," Dean said.

"Right, because we totally stopped in the middle of hunts to take pictures," Sam said, rolling his eyes.

"That's how come there's no photos of us at all as kids. Cept where there totally is."

"Maybe we've got some," Sam admitted. "But it's not that big of a deal."

"No, not at all," Dean said. "Can't think why I would want to know what I missed when I was trapped."

"That wasn't an important part of what you missed," Sam insisted. "I told you all the stuff you really needed to know."

Dean shook his head and gave Sammy a soft smile. "I want to know everything I missed. Even the chubby Sammy bit."

Sam couldn't hold out for that much longer, not when Dean sounded like that. "I'll see if maybe Dad has some pictures," he said. "But really, it wasn't the best time. We usually take pictures when we're happy, you know?"

"Again, the fact we have pics of us as kids growing up, kinda belies that, y'know?" He nudged Sammy. "And besides, I need to get you used to telling and showing me what happens when I'm not around. If I'm going to be off hunting and you're going to be getting your college geek on."

Sam smiled at the way Dean worked college into the conversation, like it wasn't a huge deal. "I promise, I'll take more pictures then, so you have something to look at."

"Other than the inside of the library." Dean paused then grinned. "Unless you're indulging your library kink."

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