Supernatural Imagines: Book One

Apple Picking

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: 569

Warnings: fluff

Summary: The best way to make a pie is with fresh apples, and the best way to get fresh apples is to pick them yourself.

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"Why are we doing this again?" Dean asks, holding the wooden basket in his hands.

"You want apple pie, right? The best way to make that is with fresh apples. Come on, this is cute."

"If you say so," he grumbles.

Dean looks like he isn't going to have a fun time here, but you know that he will. Despite what others may think, Dean loves the romantic shit that you usually drag him into. It makes him feel like his whole life isn't going to shit. You love to be able to provide that safety net for him, and this is one of the ways you know how.

Everyone knows Dean's favorite dessert is apple pie, and in order to make it the best it can be, you took him to the nearest apple orchard so you could pick your own apples. Everything is better homemade, and this is no exception.

"I do say so. Come on," you giggle.

You grab his hand and literally drag him over to a tree you like. The best apples come from the top of the tree, in your opinion, so you want to look for the most ripe ones. The most ripe are the ones farthest from the trunk of the tree, so you try to aim as high as you can. There are ladders posted at every tree to help customers grab the high ones, but there are some trees that are just too high...

That's when you and Dean come in.

"So, we need the ones up top."

"How the hell are you going to get those ones?"

"With your help," you grin.

You don't know why Dean agreed to do this in the first place, but you managed to get him on board with your idea.

"This is going to be a bad idea."

"I'll let you know when I have a bad idea," you smirk.

Dean shakes his head and squats in front of you so you can climb onto his shoulders. With you sitting on his shoulders like a child, he grips your thighs and starts to stand up. You wobble a

bit, but you're actually high enough to reach what the ladder can't.

"Are you okay up there?"

"Are you okay down there?" you giggle.

"This isn't the first time my head has been between your legs. I'm good," he smirks.

"Cheeky bastard."

You reach up and grab the apples you want, tossing them down where Dean is so he can catch them and put them in the basket. When the basket is full to the top with delicious apples, you look down in uncertainty because you have no clue how you'll get down.

"Okay, now the question is, how am I going to get down?"

"That's a great question. Carefully," he chuckles.

He starts to bend down slowly, but with the added weight on his shoulders, it causes him to stumble and fall. You shriek as you come crashing to the ground, toppling on top of Dean. You've been in worse situations than this one, so this makes you laugh until your stomach hurts.

"Ow," Dean squeaks out.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" you giggle.

"Yeah, are you?"

"Yeah. Good news is there's no broken bones. Bad news, I think I fell on some apples," you giggle.

"Come on, you klutz. Let's go home," he smiles widely.

See? You knew he loved this shit.