After life: A Supernatural Fanfiction

Forty-one

Hours later, the kitchen is a mess. Everywhere is flour, fruit skin and around all that, we're placed over 40 pies.
"Who the hell put that bee in your bonnet again?" Claire says, driving a hand through her hair," and how the hell will Dean eat all that?"
"I'm sorry, but have you ever seen Dean eating? He shoves it down like thin air." Jody laughs," but we can still freeze some of them."
I smile, counting the pies again, to make sure the amount is correct.
"Well, we have 42 pies. Now let's try to get rid of the mess."
With 10 hands we clean up the kitchen very fast. I place a candle on every pie and we set the table.
"I tell Sam that they can come home now. I guess he will be relieved." Eileen says laughing.
A few minutes later we all gather in the kitchen, the lights are switched out. I can see the lights of a car and the door is shoved open.
"Oh no, they all have gone to bed already?" I can hear Dean saying in the hallway," but I wanted to abut on my birthday."
"Dude, you didn't even want to celebrate your birthday." Sam replies laughing.
They are both clearly drunk and Sam tries to lure Dean to the kitchen, saying:" Come on, one last drink."
"You got it," Dean laughs.
Sam switches on the light, and we five women jump high from behind the counter and yell:"Happy Birthday!"
Dean immediately pulls out his gun from behind his back, but lowers it the same second. First he has an angry look on his face, but his features soften seeing us.
"What the hell....?" he shouts out and looks around, spotting all the pies placed in the kitchen.
I step towards him, saying:" Happy Birthday." and pull him down for a kiss.
"What about all those pies?" Dean asks, waving his pointing finger through the room.
"I know you rarely ever celebrated your birthday, so we made one for every birthday you might have missed." I explain and his eyes widen.
"42 pies? For me?"
I can see his face lights up and a cheeky grin plays around his lips.
"All for you, if you don't want to share," I reply, smiling.
Dean starts to walk from one pie to the next, asking:" What's that?"
Claire rolls her eyes:" We should have made small papers with the filling. Dean, we have baked every pie you can imagine, really, just pick one now."
"Ok, ok," Dean rubs his palms and grabs one pie," this one." But then he looks at a different one and says:" No, this one, or this one?"
We watch him with a smile until I interrupt him:" May I choose?"
He turns and says:" But, it's my birthday."
"Yes, but I'm the pregnant one and I crave cherry."
His eyes fall immediately to my tummy before he says:" It's cherry then. Which one is it?"
Claire hands Dean a pie and he sits down at the table.
"Thank you," she whispers," without you we would still be in this kitchen when the sun rises."
"I know," I whisper back and sit down next to Dean.
Everyone is eating a piece of pie and because it's long after midnight, we all head to bed afterward.
Dean falls into the sheets, his hands pressed on his belly.
"That was so delicious. I can't wait for all the other pies," he says, while I get rid of my clothes.
Before I can shove a shirt over my head, he sits up again, and I feel his hands on my wrist.
"Don't you dare to put on a shirt." and gently he pulls me between his legs. Dean leans his face against my stomach, placing kisses on my skin.
"Do you kiss the baby or me?" I ask, laughing.
He looks up, pretending to think before answering:" The baby first, then you."
His hands start to shift from my back, over my bottom, down to my thighs and drag me onto his lap. Sitting on his legs, I feel his lips caressing their way up, while his fingers open my bra. The fabric glides down my arms and I get out of it.
I start to pull Deans' shirt high and shove it over his head.
First then, our lips meet for an intense kiss and slowly, Dean leans back onto the bed, so I hover over him.
I hold myself on my palms, on either side of his head, as Deans' hands massage my butt.
I leave his lips, sitting back next to him. I open his jeans and try to shove them down. Dean lifts his body and helps with his legs to get rid of it. The bulge in his boxers is clearly visible and I shove my hand under the fabric, starting to jerk him slowly. Deans' head falls back and I can hear him rumbling deep. After a few seconds, I move the waistband, letting his erection spring free. I lean down, and before I can even touch him, I feel Deans' body stiffens in arousal. One of his hands is placed on my ass, the other now is shoved in my hair.
Slowly, my tongue glides over his tip and the grip of his hands tightens. I smile and stop the motion only to hear Dean sigh deeply. I feel the hand from my butt moving and Deans' fingertips crawl under the fabric of my panties. I wait, just my breath strikes his skin. Dean shoves one finger over my clit but immediately stops.
"Two can play that game, Sunshine," Dean whispers.
Only his finger leaning against my flesh makes me want to beg him to move, but I don't. Instead I mute myself, by now shoving him between my lips. Gradually, I take and release him over and over.
While consuming him, I feel the movements of his finger between my folds, which makes it hard for me to keep shifting. I moan and stop for a second, and so does he. Only when I move, does he move. I go on for a bit, but the more he circles my sweet spot, the more I want him inside me. I release myself from him, take his hand away from under my panties and get off the bed. I drag the boxers from his legs, shove down my own underwear and climb onto his lap. Dean looks at me, waiting patiently. His palms lay on my upper legs and his face meets mine in the middle of my movement. Our lips meet and throughout the kiss, I guide his length with my hand towards my entrance. Gradually, I shove my body down, making him fill me. Still kissing, I start to make small moves with my pelvis. The intensity grows with every move and I lean back from Deans' face, sitting straight. I rock him faster, my breathing gets heavier. My nails graze the skin of his chest slightly, while Deans' palms hold me around my waist. With his movements he makes me bounce up and down more. His shaft is poking my spot inside, I hold my breath, moving three more times up and down vigorously, till the release of the orgasm rushes through my veins. I breathe in and whine out. I slump down to Deans' sweaty skin and feel his arms around me immediately. He kisses the top of my head, before he rolls us over.
I lay in the sheets, still heavily breathing while Dean covers my skin with kisses, before he leans away. I can feel him inside me, but he doesn't start moving until he grabs my feet and places them on his shoulders. He holds me around my ankles and starts to stroke. Every push he makes is like an electric shockwave that rushes through me. I'm still sensitive from the first climax and every movement feels multiplied. I moan and whimper, clenching the sheets underneath me. Deans' breathing gets stronger and I open my eyes. His eyes are heavy, but he still looks at me. When he recognizes me peeking at him, his strokes get slower but stronger. In that manner, he makes a few more strokes until he lets go of my ankles. My legs fall down, spreading a little more, only to sling around his waist. I pull him down that way, wanting to kiss him. Deans' face comes nearer but only to whisper in my ear:" I love you."
I turn my face, saying it back to him. After he hears that he starts to pace faster again, while he holds himself on both sides of my head. My palms glide down his torso and I glimpse down to the spot where our bodies collide.
I can feel the next climax coming and I look back at him, moaning:" Don't stop." Dean goes to penetrate me and when I feel the peak, I moan out. I feel my walls clenching and Dean rocks me through my highness just to empty himself inside me seconds later. His face is hidden in the crotch of my neck, his body moves up and down under his heavy breathing.
He softly moves away, falling next to me. Both breathing strong, we get a blanket and cuddle up.
"Best birthday ever," Dean smiles down at me.
"Glad you like it," I answer quietly," it was exhausting to make all those pies."
"I wasn't talking about the pies," Dean replies with a grin on his face.
"I know," I respond and can't hold back a laugh.
"When I wouldn't be tired as fuck, I would make you pay for mocking me." he huffs.
"I know you like it," and I kiss his cheek before turning around, pressing my back against him. I feel Dean moving too, laying an arm around my waist and he whispers:" Yeah, I do."
The following weeks, Sam and Dean are busy with managing the house buildings. Talking to architects and other Craftsmen. For me it feels like in no time you are able to see the progress and it almost looks like a house.
My baby belly is starting to grow, it looks like I'm eating way too many burgers, as Dean says.
I always knew that Dean is a caring person, he just doesn't show it all the time. But as soon as I even let out a sigh, he jumps up, pacing around me.
"Dean, I'm good. The Baby is as big as a nut. You don't need to jump up every time."
"Wait, like a nut? Not bigger?"
I chuckle, but I can't blame him. I do know about it because Claire made me download an app about pregnancy.
I grab his hand and pull him with me to our small bedroom in Jody's attic.
"Is this what I think it is?" he asks, grinning and placing his palms on my hips.
"Noooo," I reply and roll my eyes at him," this is a lesson."
"Iiiin??" He extends the word.
"In "How your baby is growing in your fiance's belly"." I say smiling and making him sit on the bed.
We both scroll through the information in the app, and we are both astonished at how much the baby will grow throughout the following months.
Dean looks at me:" I can't wait to meet him, or her."
"Her." The word slips out faster than I can think about and shocked that the word slipped,  I clap my hand over my mouth.
Dean is silent for a few seconds, his whole face softens and slowly a smile approaches around his lips.
"Her?" he asks.
I nod and say:" I didn't mean to let it slip, I..."
But he mutes me with a kiss before he asks:" Did the doctor tell you? I mean, isn't it too early to know?"
"The Doctor didn't tell me, I just know it."
"You mean, you guess?" Dean replies.
"No, I know it, for sure. It's not just a feeling or wish, I just know it."
Dean's gaze shoots to the ceiling for a second and he mumbles:" I will have a little girl," When he looks back at me, I can see so much tenderness I never saw before. "Can I ask for something?"
"Of course, what is it?"
"You remember my friend Charlie?"
I just nod.
"She was like a sister, my family. Could we think about naming the baby girl after her?"
I can see how excited and nervous he is. "You thought about that for a while, right?"
"Somehow. In some silent minutes, my thoughts tingled around baby names and now, knowing it's going to be a girl..." he shrugs his shoulders," I just thought, it would be awesome to honor Charlie somehow."
"I would love to do that. So, Charlie it is."
"Not really, her real name was Celeste. But Charlie could still be a nickname?"
"Celeste? Do you know that it means heavenly?"
Dean shakes his head:" I didn't but it would fit even more then."
"Absolutely."
And quietly Dean mumbles:" Celeste Winchester,"he smiles," Charlie would have loved that."