Secret Lover(s)

Chapter 3

You lean over as you pull a pie out of the oven. Reaching down, you close the oven door and move to set the freshly baked pie on the cooling rack. Two arms snake around your waist and a chin comes to rest on your shoulder. "Something smells good," Dean whispers, "what did you make?" The boys had decided to stay at Bobby's house for a while in order to read up on the apocalypse before they headed out and started hunting again. You knew this would only lead to trouble, but you were happy that they had stayed.

"Apple pie," you whisper back before turning in his arms, "This isn't safe, you know, we could get caught." You had told Dean that Bobby wouldn't like it if he caught you with him; you had told the same thing to Sam. They both seemed to accept this and it only made it easier to hide the truth from the brothers. You weren't proud of your actions, but you felt they were a necessary evil; and that was the scary part, the fact that you had come to terms with lying to them.

Dean smirks at you. "Fine, if you're so worried about getting caught I'll just find something else to do," he says as he moves away from you. He opens a drawer and pulls out a knife, his eyes fixated on the pie the whole time.

"Hey! Don't you dare, that has to cool first," you say.

"But look at it," Dean says, "It's just sitting here, practically begging to be devoured." You laugh and roll your eyes at his suggestiveness.

"What's just begging to be devoured?" Sam asks as he walks into the kitchen.

You clear your throat before quickly responding with, "Pie."

"I thought I smelled something delicious," Sam says as he grabs a glass from the cupboard. Your body becomes tense, like it always does when you are alone in a room with the brothers. You were always afraid something would slip that would tell them what you had done.

"Well, since you're going to torture me Y/N, I think I'm going to go wash Baby. Wanna lend me hand?" Dean asks.

"Or I could use some help researching Y/N," Sam suggests.

You're not sure how to respond, but luckily you don't have to. "You've got Bobby to help you," Dean says as he grabs your hand and quickly leads you to the door, "I need someone to help me."

"Sorry Sam," you mouth silently back at Sam with an apologetic look. Dean leads you away from the house and through the maze of Bobby's junkyard until you find Dean's car.

"So, why did you actually bring me out here?" you ask.

"To wash Baby," he replies, "Though I may have had some ulterior motives." He winks at you before grabbing some buckets and heading off to the water pump.

"She's beautiful," you say as you trace your fingers along the curve of the Impala's hood. You've seen her from a distance, but never up close.

"Yeah, she is," Dean replies, looking directly at you. You smile and blush before looking back at the car. The sun casts shadows that move across her hood when the wind blows through the nearby trees. Dean comes back to your side and places two buckets on the ground, one filled only with water and the other soapy.

Working together, you clean the car, first rinsing the dirt from her before using the soapy water to actually wash her. You look up from your work every once in a while only to see Dean watching you. Every time it happens, you smile and blush before looking back down at your work. The more you look up, the more you realize that Dean's just standing there watching you while you do all the work.

"Stop staring," you tell him before throwing your sponge at him. It hits him in the chest with a wet thud sound and splatters water across his black t-shirt. You laugh as he spreads his arms out and looks down at his shirt.