Supernatural OneShots

Demon Pie

"Hey Dean, do you want some pie?" I ask, walking into the kitchen area. Dean's sitting at the table, researching something on his laptop. He looks super bored, though. Obviously, I know one thing he's not doing.

Dean smiles, seeing me, and says, "Do you even have to ask? Of course I want some. Do we have some is the real question."

I pull stuff out of the cabinets, and put it on the table in front of him. He gives me a look as if to say 'what-is-this?' and I say, "You want pie? We're making it."

He asks, "What time is it?"

I check my phone, and reply, "One."

"In the afternoon?"

"In the morning! Dean, what have you been doing? Your life is flying by faster than you think."

"Well, where's"

"Sam went out; he probably needs some alone time, and some fresh air, judging by the looks of him. So, we're by ourselves, if you were wondering."

Suddenly, he stands up, saying, "Hold on, if we're by ourselves, then why are we going to make pie, when we could be doing other things?"

He now has his arms around my waist, and giving me a smirk.

I push him away, playfully, saying, "Stop! You know I can't resist the smirk very well! We're making pie; no changing."

He says, "Alright. What kind then?"

I reply, "Well um, since your favorite is chocolate, so I'm hoping we can make it correctly. I'm going to do the crust, and you can do the filling, okay?"

I separate the ingredients into two piles, and slide one pile over to Dean, also making sure that he has a bowl. I start to make the crust, while keeping an eye on Dean. He seems to be confused by it all.

I finish the crust quicker than I expected, then say, turning to him, "Dean, what's the issue?"

He says, "I-I just...I'm lazy; you know that!"

I laugh, then say, "You just put things in, then taste it to see if it seems right. That part is probably what would be the easiest for you, Dean."

He just looks at me, still baffled, and I giggle, saying, "Here. Lemme' help you."

I duck under his arm, and stand right in front of him, with his arms on either side of me. I'm small enough that he can see over my shoulder, which I really like, for some reason.

I say, "Just watch me."

He rests his chin on my shoulder as I dump a bunch of different amounts of various ingredients in the mixing bowl.

He asks, "How do you know how much to put in of each thing?"

I reply, "Well actually, I know a recipe by heart that I'm going by, but I do improvise sometimes. You just have to have good judgement, basically."

I mix the components up, and Dean sticks his finger in, and tastes it.

"Whoa." He says, after a moment of silence.

I laugh, and he adds, wrapping his arms around my waist, "Will you marry me?"

I freeze for a second, then relax, saying, "Are you serious?" He can't really be asking me that, right?

He replies, "Maybe. I've thought about the topic many times, but I mean, not now; in the future."

I smile, saying, "I'll get back to you on that. All I have to say is it's definitely not a 'no'."