thayerkerbasy:

In case anyone missed it (or was waiting), The Apple Pie Life is now complete.  If anyone desperately wants to read about what Dean would do in his retirement from hunting, @grey2510 and I took a stab at it.  And because I want to coax you into giving it a chance, here’s the first bit of chapter one.

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If nothing else, Dean Winchester was decisive. Stubborn, some might say, but they weren’t him and he was the one telling the story, dammit. And when Dean Winchester—after saving the world for the bagillionth time even though it still just kept getting more and more fucked up and the job became more and more thankless—decided, screw it, I’m opening a damn coffee shop, that’s exactly what he did.

“You’re opening a coffee shop?” Sam sputtered. “What?!”

“You got it. Maybe one of you will finally learn how to make a decent cup of joe.”

Cas frowned. “You said you liked when I made you coffee.”

Dean considered this. “Alright, Cas, you get a pass. You ain’t bad. But there’s always room for improvement, right?”

“I suppose.” Cas seemed less than convinced but he didn’t argue the point (and Dean knew him well enough to know that wasn’t the same as Cas giving in, but he was gonna take the win while he could).

Sam still looked like the human equivalent of an Error 404 message. “Hold on—so you’re just gonna quit hunting and be a barista?”

“Small business owner, fuck you very much. C’mon, Sammy, that’s like the American Dream.”

“Since when have—”

Dean waved him off, jangling the keys to the shop in front of him. “Whatever, time’s a-wastin’. We gotta get this place up ‘n runnin’ before it opens next week.”

“Next week?”

Dean sighed. Maybe he should consider hiring better employees. Or maybe he should start with telling Sam and Cas they were employees. Well, Cas at least. Sam shouldn’t be let anywhere near foodservice.

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