Fic: 3.1415

Dean towels off his wet hair as he steps out of the bathroom, eager to do nothing more than collapse into the motel bed that’s costing him his last fifty bucks. He’s just about to shut off the lights when Sam comes back in, carrying a paper McDonald’s bag in one hand.

“Dude, what are you doing? I just wanna sleep.”

Sam looks a little disappointed. “But… you have to properly commemorate the day first.”

“What are you talking about?” Dean mumbles.

Sam pulls two green cardboard boxes out of the bag, holding them out. “Happy Ultimate Pi Day, Dean.”