Broken Apart (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Story Time

Slamming your shoulder into the door, you pushed it open. "Sam! We're home!" You yelled, as you struggled with the weight of the bag in your arms.

Dean was right behind you, his arms equally full as the two of you struggled to make it to the kitchen. Carefully unloading your bags onto the table, Dean did the same. By this time Sam had also made his way into the kitchen, a book in one hand, a curious look on his face.

"What is all this?" He asked, dropping his book to peek into one of the bags.

"Dinner, and dessert. Mainly dessert." You replied, pulling out not just one, but three different pies. You then started to take out Styrofoam containers, setting them on the counter.

"We found this new Diner about fifteen minutes from here, sells food to go. We were going to eat there, but Y/N felt sorry for you, here all by yourself." Dean said. He started taking the packs of beer he had been carrying, and placing them in the vintage fridge, leaving out one bottle for each of you.

You opened the containers, almost drooling at the sight in front of you. It was all home style cooking, and you had fried chicken, mashed potatoes, biscuits, corn on the cob, mac and cheese, and a huge salad.

Sam must have been hungry, because he started getting plates and silverware ready. The three of you piled your plates high, before setting down at the table. At first it was quiet, the three of you enjoying the home cooked food. But soon, Dean couldn't handle the silence anymore.

"So Sam, what were you up to today?" He asked, before shoving a huge fork full into his mouth.

Stirring the mashed potatoes on his plate, Sam answered. "I had some stuff to do around town today. Nothing important."

"What type of errands did you have to do?" Dean persisted, and you weren't sure if he was merely curious, or was beginning to figure out something was going on.

"The usual. Stopped at the drug store, picked up some items to top off our first aid kit. Went to the bookstore." He answered,  never looking up.

"Bullshit." Dean announced, and both you and Sam stared at him in alarm. "It's a girl, isn't it?"

"Yeah, sure it's a girl." Sam agreed.

Not wanting to get caught in the middle of it, you decided to  change the subject. "Anybody ready for dessert?"

Of course the mention of dessert worked for Dean, and he nodded, scooping up the last of his food and shoving it into his mouth. Laughing, you stood up and went to the counter, but not before you caught Sam's grateful smile.

"So lets see. We have cherry, apple, and chocolate cream. Who wants what?" You asked, setting out plates.

"One of each." Dean told you, and when you glanced at him you realized he wasn't even joking. 

Shaking your head at Dean's antics, you looked Sam's way, raising your eyebrow in question. "I guess a slice of cherry." He answered.

Dishing up Dean's overload of pie, and you and Sam's smaller slices, you came back to the table. "So, how did the hunt go?" Sam asked the both of you.

"Way to easy. Wasn't even a challenge." Dean muttered, his mouth full of pie. 

"Really? I had heard it was a nest." Sam said.

You answered. "Well, it was. I took one out. Dean took out the rest. What was it two or three?" You asked him, leaning forward to wipe the crumbs from the side of his mouth.

"Try more like five." He said proudly. You had never made it into the bigger trailer, but you weren't surprised. With the Mark, Dean had a little more power, and his blood lust was running high.