Something's Growing Stronger (Dean WinchesterXReader) #Wattys2016

Cookies

Christmas is over! Soooooo, no more winter based imagines :) or sadness, whatever XD So back to normal. You guys get anything cool for Christmas or whatever holiday you guys celebrate? I got an Electric Guitar!! WHOOP WHOOP my second instrument! (I have a tenor sax for band at school) I already know some chords and notes!

Well I'm going to stop talking now.

You were baking cookies for you and Dean. He had begged you to make pie, but he had eaten all the pie filling yesterday while you were making him a pie. Dean just rolled his eyes and you smiled.
"Dean, we are making cookies," you said, and put an apron on him. Dean have you his 'rage pout' but did nothing. As you tied the apron, Dean spoke. "Why do I have to have an apron, (Y/n)?" He asked, and huffed. You giggled.
"Well, you'll be helping me!" You said, and clapped. Dean groaned and turned to face you. You looked up and surprisingly saw a smirk on his face. "Okay, (Y/n) let's cook!"

You were making the batter. Dean agreed to put the cookies in the oven and help you make the batter.
"Okay Dean, get two eggs, and one and a half cups of flour. The cup and half cup measuring cups should be in that drawer over there," you said, and pointed at the far right drawer without looking up from stirring some butter together. Dean got the flour and eggs, and put the flour into the bowl, then you each cracked an egg. Dean had a grin on his face. "Hey look! I did something!" You smiled at him and stirred the ingredients together.

Dean had put the chocolate chip cookies into the oven with a minimal amount of eating the cookie dough. You did catch him eating some, though. When a loud ding! rang through the kitchen, Dean popped up from behind a table and ran for the oven.
"Cookies!" He yelled, and threw open the oven. You shoved him aside before he could just grab a burning hot tray with his bare hands. When you set the cookies on the oven top, Sam's head popped into the doorway.
"Did I hear cookies - wait, is Dean in an apron!?" Sammy's eyes widened and a grin spread on his face. Dean's eyes grew wide and he immediately took off the apron. You took a cookie and threw it like a frisbee at Sam. He somehow caught it and ate it very quickly.
"Good job, (Y/n)," Sam complimented, and smirked at Dean.
"Hey, I helped!" Dean shouted, and Sam rolled his eyes. "Good job, Dean-o" Sam said, and smirked. Dean just glared and wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed your cheek, protectively. Sam's eyebrows lifted skeptically and he put his hands up in surrender.
"Relax Dean, I'm only here for the cookies."