"Hey Sam, have you seen Jess and Ian?" Dean asked, walking into the library where Sam was studying something on his laptop.
"I know they were doing something together, but I don't know where. Sorry." Sam shrugged at his brother and Dean frowned a little bit.
"Ian? Jess?" He called out as he wandered the bunker looking for his kids. He came down one of the halls and found Ian standing outside of the closed kitchen door.
"Ian? Bud, what are you doing? And where's your sister?" Dean asked as he approached his son but Ian shouted at him before he came to close.
"No Dad! Don't come down here! You're not allowed to yet!" Ian exclaimed and Dean could feel the panic rush through him.
"Why not Ian?" Dean asked as he continued coming towards his son.
"No! You're not allowed in the kitchen! Jess said so!" Ian ran up to Dean and began to shove, trying to keep him away from the door.
"Oh? And why is that? Ian?" Dean asked as he stood there trying not to laugh at his son's efforts.
"I can't say yet. But you can't come in." Ian insisted and Dean crouched down so that he was level with his son.
"If you won't tell me, I'll just have to tickle it out of you." Dean said as he began to tickle him. Ian shrieked with laughter and tried to run away, but Dean scooped him up in his arms and held him there as he was being tickled.
"Dad! Stop!" Ian protested, laughing.
"Are you gonna spill?" Dean teased and Ian shook his head.
"Can't. It's a surprise." He shrieked happily and Dean raised an eyebrow.
"A surprise?" He slowly stopped tickling Ian, allowing the boy to catch his breath. As Ian was panting, there was a crash, thud and a slight shriek from the kitchen followed by a muffled, "Crap!" Dean stood up quickly and lifted Ian up so that he was laying over Dean's shoulder.
"Oof!" Ian grunted as Dean carried him into the kitchen.
"What the heck happened in here?!" Dean exclaimed and I whirled around to face him.
"Ian! You weren't supposed to let him in here!!!" I exclaimed, trying to hide the counter and the stove from my dad.
"Kinda hung up at the moment, Sis." Ian grunted and I finally realized how Dad had a hold of him.
"What's going on in here?" Uncle Sam asked as he came walking in and surveyed the damage to the kitchen.
"My thoughts exactly." Dad said as he set Ian down and they looked at us.
"Well?" Dad asked when we didn't answer.
"Well, it's Valentines Day. We wanted to do something special for you guys to show how much we love you." I explained as I stepped away from the counters and stovetop. Sitting there was a huge mess. A sloppily made bowl of salad was sitting there next to some black hamburger patties sitting on some smashed buns with some basic condiments next to them. And on the stovetop was my attempt at an apple pie. It had not gone to well.
"We wanted to make you guys dinner." Ian said, frowning sadly. Dad and Uncle Sam looked at us, then at each other and they burst out laughing. Ian looked at me and we were both shocked.
"Thanks guys. It was a sweet thought, but next time, I would suggest doing something else." Dad said as he tried to stop laughing. Ian began to giggle and before I knew it I was laughing along with the rest of them.
"What is that on the stove?" Uncle Sam asked as he began to calm down and I sobered up instantly.
"I tried to make a pie. It didn't exactly work out." I said mournfully. Dad and Ian stopped laughing immediately too and gave me disappointed looks.
"Oh Pie Thief. That poor dessert." Dad said, coming over and wrapping one arm around my shoulders and we stared at the lost pie sadly. Ian joined us and Dad set his empty hand to rest on Ian's shoulder. Together, the three of us had a moment of silence for it.
