Supernatural One-shots

Food Festival-Team Free Will

(A/n: still working on that "another french mistake" continued story I talked about earlier. It's going to be just one really long short so that's why it's taking so long to be published. Anyways, here's another oneshot in the meantime. By the way, for those who don't live in New York City, I apologize for any references to areas you may not know of))

After hunting down a wiccan in New York City, you had picked up a local brochure from the motel you and team free will were staying at. It was something about an upcoming annual food festival going on in downtown Manhattan.

"We should go! Can we go Sammy?" You begged Sam, hoping for Dean to side with you.

Dean shrugged, "Yeah Sammy, why not? We did already just finish our case."

Sam sighed, "Fine. Just don't make me regret my decision."

You squealed in joy, "Oh you'll love it Sam! It's food for Chuck's sake."

"Chuck?" He arched a brow at you, confused as why you referred to your now missing prophet friend, Chuck.

"Sorry, Chuck's God. It's complicated," you shook your head and both the boys stared at you in confusion.

"Anyways," Sam tried to change the subject, "we'll head back home by like 6 pm. Since it's a long drive back."

You groaned but complied, "Alright."

~Time Skip~

"Where the hell are we? Are you sure this is the right train?" Dean asked, looking at his map.

"Yes I'm sure. See," you pointed to the route shown above. It showed the direction of the train and the next stop. 57th street and 6th avenue. "we get off there."

Sam nodded. "Why didn't we just ask Cas to poof us there? Or I dunno...drive?"

"Well one, I have no clue where Cas is and two, the streets are always crowded during festivals so we wouldn't get there till really late," you explained.

"How come you know so much about this city (Y/N)?" Dean asked.

"It's called doing my research," you responded, chuckling at him struggling with the map.

"This is, fifty-seventh street and sixth avenue. The next stop is 49th street. Please stand clear for the closing doors please," the conductor said over the speakers.

"That's our stop," Sam said and you all walked out, looking around.

"Where to now?" Dean asked with raised brows.

"Over there," Sam pointed to the pathway that had a sign with the word, "Exit."

You all followed, soon making it outside finally. The streets were crowded with people, and you could smell the strong scent of food not so far away.

"Is that..."Dean's eyes widened, "PIE!?!?" You and Sam turned around abruptly as Dean ran towards one of the stands, where pie was being sold. And all kinds of it.

"Told you this would be fun Sam," you nudged him with a grin.

"For him maybe," Sam scoffed, seeming uninterested.

"What's got you so down Sam? You're never this much of a party pooper," you pouted.

He shrugged, "It's nothing (Y/N). Go on without me, I'll wait here."

He just wouldn't budge. You knew what you had to do. "Oh you're not giving up that easy," you said, grabbing his arm as you dragged him with you.

"See anything you like?" You asked as you both looked at different stands you passed by. You noticed one stand with the sign, "French Crepes". "Oooo how about crepes?"

"What are crepes?" Sam asked, looking frightened.

"I don't know. But it's french so let's go try it out," you shrugged as you approached the stand, looking at all your options.

"What would you like?" The clerk asked with a smile. The options were endless. There were things like breakfast styled crepes and dessert styled crepes. It all sounded so savory.

"Um...can I get a chocolate flavored crepe?" You asked. The clerk nodded and gave the chef a note who started to cook. You couldn't really see what was going on, mainly because the blazing sun was blinding you, but it smelled scrumptious.

Afterwards, the chef handed the clerk what looked like a long folded tortilla filled with melted chocolate. The employee handed it to you with a smile and said, "That'll be $6.50 please."

You were about to take out your wallet when Sam's hand reached over your shoulder as he handed the cashier the money. "I was going to pay," you frowned, feeling bad.

He shrugged, "It's fine. I got it." You signed and took a plastic fork laid out on the counter.

"Want the first bite?" You turned to him as you held out a peice of the crepe on the fork.

He went in for a bite and started chewing. His eyes widened, "Oh my gosh this is so good."

You were amused by his reaction and wanted to try out for yourself, so you took a bite. "damn these french people know how to bake," you muttered, savoring the taste.

Sam laughed at your comment and was about to reach for another bite when suddenly Castiel appeared abruptly. "What the hell Cas?!?" You almost choked on your dessert.

"I'm sorry. Was I interrupting something?" Cas tilted his head in confusion.

"No, not at all Cas. You just scared us. What's up?" Sam asked.

Cas's furrowed his eyebrows at Sam's question, "The sky of course...what kind of question is that?"

Sam was about to answer when you placed a hand on his shoulder, interrupting. "Nothing Cas. Why'd you come here?"

"To check up on you three. Where's Dean?" Cas asked.

You pointed to the idiot currently giving all his money to some pie stand. He was probably going to get sick before you even made it to the other hundred food stands. Cas glanced around in confusion, "what is this massive gathering of food for?"

You shrugged, "I'm not sure. It's just an annual festivity where you get to binge eat and spend away your money."

"Hmm," Cas observed a nearby burger stand. "If only I could eat.."

"You can Cas, want me to buy you a meal?" You asked him, noticing his obvious yearning for the burger.

He shook his head, "That would be a waste (Y/N). It would just taste like mere molecules to me."

"You're right. I forgot about that," you frowned, patting his shoulder, "Sorry Cas."

Dean approached you three with bags full of wrapped up pies, "Ooo what's that?" He pointed to the crepe on your plate.

"Mine," you growled, taking another bite of the delicious dessert. "And we'll Sam's too." You pointed to where he was standing, still eyeing Dean.

"Who are you pointing to (Y/N)?" Castiel asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Huh?" You turned to your side and realized he had disappeared. "Where'd he go?"

Dean pointed afar to a tall moose buying shish kebabs with a grin, "I think I found him."

You shook your head with a smirk, "Unbelievable. I knew he'd fall to the dark side soon."

"You said it sister," Dean said with a mouthful of pie.

"Dude gross," you shook your head and laughed. It was nice to finally spend some time with your friends without having to worry about making sure you don't die.