"Three pies when not even the six of us eat?" Bobby chuckled, "It's a bit much, kid."
"I'm sorry, have you met Dean?" Sam interfered and Dean looked up midbite with raised eyebrows.
"Good point." Bobby mumbled with a laugh.
"Her fault for making a cinnamon apple pie," Dean defended himself, "With this freaking awesome crumbly crust."
"Just don't choke." Jody warned Dean with a smile.
"Sounds familiar." Dean barely whispered to you and you choked on your drink.
"Oh, dude." Sam cringed, pushing his plate away.
"What did he say?" Bobby asked and you interrupted when you saw Jack was about to reply.
"Nothing," You stared down Jack until he closed his mouth and sat back, nodding, "He just really likes the pie."
"Uh huh." Jody eyed you suspiciously and you shot her a nervous smile.
The six of you were sitting around the table eating the pies you baked after the burgers and fries that Sam brought from Dean's favorite diner in Lebanon. He also had his gifts on the counter because moments before chowing down on the food, everyone gave him something, along with teasing him about his age. Bobby brought him some expensive liquor, Jody got him a new jacket, and Sam gave him the new Call of Duty for his play station. Cas helped Jack pick out some new vinyl that they gifted him together and besides the pie, you also got him some new shoes.
"Hear about that hunt in Maine?" Bobby was asking and they looked at him curiously.
"What was it?" Sam asked him, taking a drink.
"Bloodsuckers," He shook his head, "Never caught them all though, a good hunter, Caleb Mullen, tried, but he had to move on. Damn shame."
You tensed up at the end and your breath caught in your throat. You didn't think anybody noticed, but Dean started rubbing your thigh comfortingly and you cleared your throat.
"That's never a good feeling." Cas gave him a sad smile and Bobby nodded.
"I'll-"
"No." Dean cut you off firmly and everyone looked at him, "Y/n, can I talk to you for a minute?"
You realized by everyone's looks, he never told them. You assumed he at least told Sam everything about Grace, but seeing the confusion streaking across everybody's faces, you knew he didn't.
"Sure." You coughed awkwardly, getting up and taking his hand as he led you into the hall, out of earshot.
"You're not going to Maine."
"Okay, first of all," You pointed up at him with narrowed eyes and he looked from your finger to your face, almost frightened, "You don't tell me what to do Winchester, that's my job," You smirked and he crossed his arms with a small nod and smile, "Second, I was going to say, 'I'll get the plates' because everyone was done."
"Really?" He asked, skeptically.
"Really." You told him honestly, "I don't want to try and fail again. I need a win, plus I've got that thing with Cas tomorrow, so I'm a little busy."
"Fair enough," He nodded satisfied and then kissed you quickly, "Love you."
"Happy Birthday, Winchester." You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and planting one on him that he wouldn't soon forget.
"Would it be rude if we ditched them and...you know..." His eyes were darkening as his hands went to your waist.
"Yes." You told him bluntly, patting his chest, and leaving him in the hall to resume your seat at the table.
