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You were in the kitchen making your great-grandmother’s pumpkin chiffon pie. Led Zeppelin was playing softly in the background as you hummed and bopped around to the sounds of Stairway to Heaven. You didn’t even notice that you weren’t alone until you felt strong arms wrap around you and soft lips kiss your temple.
“Whatcha doin’?” a deep gravelly voice said softly in your ear.
You lean back into him and absorb his warmth. “Well now that it's pumpkin season, I needed to make some pumpkin chiffon pie.”
You can almost hear his brows crinkle. “What the hell is a chiffon?”
“Well, chiffon is a very soft, sheer silk fabric.” You explain.
He squeezes you tighter, “You’re putting fabric in my pie?!”
You laugh. “Who said it was your pie?”
“You're making it in my kitchen, so I would say it's my pie. Plus it's PIE, of course it's for me!” He kisses your temple again. “Who else would you be making pie for anyways?”
“I don’t know,” You say mischievously, “It could be for Sam.”
He scoffs at that “My brother wouldn’t even appreciate it, unless is was a low fat, low cal, abomination of what a pie should be!”
You shake your head. “Nope this is the full fat, full calorie, real version of what a pie should be. I even made the crust from scratch!”
“MMMMmm sounds good. Except the part where you put fabric in my pie!” He squeezes you again.
You laugh at him, he still didn’t get it. “I didn’t put fabric in it Dean! It just refers to the texture of the pie! It’s not thick and dense like a regular pumpkin pie, it's light and airy.”
Dean puts his chin on the top of your head. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a pie like that.”
“Its really good! I’m sure you’ll like it. It's my great-grandmother’s recipe. She used to make it when I was a little kid.”
He takes his chin off of your head, to be able to look you in the eyes.“You knew your great-grandmother?!?”
You nod your head, “Yeah, I did she died when I was really young, but I was old enough to remember her.”
He placed his chin back on top of your head again. “Wow, that's pretty awesome.”
“Yeah, you know what you’ll think is even more awesome?”
“What, sweetheart?”
“Its ready to go in the oven now.” You spin around in Dean’s arms to face him.
He gives you a quick peck on the lips. “Ohhh. Yes, that’s awesome.”
You try to pull away from him, but his strong arms pull you in tighter. “But it does mean that you need to let go of me so I can put it in there.”
He rocks you both back and forth. “Hmmm, I don’t really like that idea babe.”
“Well how else am I supposed to get it in there without burning myself?” You ask.
“Hmmmm, good point, and I do love me some pie.” He lets his hand fall to his sides releasing you from his tight grip.
You place the pie in the oven and set the timer. “Now help me clean up if you want any pie.”
“Why? Don’t I just deserve pie for being the best boyfriend ever?” He whines.
“Well, the best boyfriend ever would help me clean up, especially when I made a special pie just for him.” You wink, know that he would give in. He would do almost anything for pie.
“Damn you and your sound logic.” He hangs his head in defeat and starts to help you put everything away and wash dishes.
Once you have the kitchen all clean and pull the pie out from the oven, you both head to the library while it cools.
“Can I eat it now?” Dean asks.
“No, it needs to cool down. You can have it after dinner tonight.” You tell him.
“What’s for dinner?”
“I was thinking burgers.”
“Pie AND burgers?!?! How did I ever get so lucky to have you?” Dean scooped you up from your seat and placed you on his lap.
“Well there was that one time when you saved my life from a supernatural monster, so that ranks you pretty damn high in my book.” You kiss him on the cheek and remember how you met Dean in the first place.
“Yeah, but I’ve done that for a lot of people.” You knew Dean spent most of his time hunting things and saving people.
“But no one else followed you home did they?” The monster has not only tried to kill you, but it also destroyed your livelihood and home so you had nowhere to return to after Dean had saved you.
Dean pretends to take a moment to think about it. “Nope, you were the first to do that.”
“Thanks, for taking me in Dean.” Not only had he saved your life on that night, but ever since he had been taking care of you. You did help out anyway that you could in the bunker, cooking, cleaning, and even helping on doing research for hunts. You didn’t want to feel like a dead weight.
“Of course babe, I couldn’t let you fend for yourself out there. Plus you make me pie, so that more than makes up for anything.” He beams down at you.
You smile back at Dean. You always knew that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach.