Supernatural Imagines & One Shots

Birthday Pie (Dean Imagine)

You step into the kitchen of the bunker, and set the grocery bags on the table. You had decided to bake Dean a pie for his birthday. The boys will be back from their hunt any moment now, so you need to get moving. You take the ingredients out of the bags and set them on the counter. You then take out a cutting board, and you start chopping up the pecans. After adding the eggs and sugar, you hear Sam's and Dean's voices. Being in the kitchen, you hadn't even heard them come in the bunker. As they got closer, you couldn't help but overhear their conversation.
"I'm just going by what I see Dean," you hear Sam say, "and I see the way you look at her."
"What are you, my shrink?" Dean responds.
"Look man, I'm just saying, I haven't seen you this happy in along time. Hell, I don't think I've ever seen you this happy. You finally found a woman you could settle down with, someone who's in the life."
"How about you drop it, Sam."
   Your hands stop in mid-air, batter from the pecan mixture dripping into the bowl. You try to wrap your head around everything you just heard.You've always held a torch for Dean, and the thought of him holding one for you, gives you a small spark of hope. You don't hear Dean respond, so you suspect he went to his room or something. You start pouring the concoction into the pie crust, and you don't notice Dean standing in the doorway. His eyes follow you as you put the pie in the oven, and wash your hands. After you clear off the counter, you notice him. He's leaning against the door frame, with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. Your heart practically jumps out of your chest.
"How long have you been standing there?" You ask
"Not long enough." He stands up straight and walks towards you, stopping at the counter where you're standing. "What are you baking? It smells good."
You look at him and fake nonchalance. "A pecan pie."
The incredulous look on his makes you smile. "Pie?"
"It's your birthday isn't it? I had to make your favorite pie."
Dean steps closer, you can almost hear the steady beating of his heart, making your own beat faster. "I didn't know you could cook." He says in a low voice. You look up at him and smirk. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Dean Winchester."
     He looks down at you, his green eyes looking deep into yours. "Yeah, I'll bet." He picks you up and sits you on the counter, standing in between your legs. You know what's going to happen now, and you welcome it. Dean leans in and presses his lips to yours. His lips are warm, and you love the feel of them. You put a hand on each side of face, the stubble on his jawline scratching your fingers. He puts his hands on your hips, and slips his tongue into your mouth, intensifying the kiss. A warmth floods through you, and you put your arms around Dean's neck, pulling him even closer. After another minute, you pull back, needing air. Dean's chest rises and falls against yours. You look into his eyes. "I've been waiting a long time for you to do that." You say with a pleased smile. He smiles back at you. "Not as long as I have, sweetheart." He leans in to kiss you again, when Sam walks in the room and clears his throat. Dean stands back and looks at his brother with annoyance. "Really, Sam?"
Sam gives Dean his classic bitchface. "Hey, I was coming to the kitchen to get a beer. After all, this is where we eat."
You cover your mouth to hide a chuckle, and hop off the counter. "I, uh, better check on the pie."
"Pie?" Sam asks
"Yeah." Dean says with pride. "She made me pie."
Sam walks over to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of beer. You turn to the oven, and Dean's arms come around you, pulling you against him. He nestles his face into your neck and kisses it. "Dean, I have to check on the pie." You try to sound stern, but you can't stop smiling.
Before Sam leaves the room, he rolls his eyes. "Ugh, Get a room you two."
You pull at Dean's arms "Come on, Dean, let go." You laugh. Dean opens his arms, letting you free. You open the oven slighly, peeking in at the baking dessert. The sweet smell fills your nostrils, and makes your mouth water. "It still has a ways to go." You turn around and face him. His face turns a little more serious, and he nods his head towards the oven. "That's why you wanted to stay behind?"
You give a small shrug. "You've been having such a hard time with the mark, and I just knew it was something you needed." He puts a hand to your cheek. "Thanks."
"You're welcome, Dean." He opens his arms, and you walk into his embrace. He puts his arms around you, holding you close to him. The rhythmic beating of his heart is soothing, calming every nerve in your body. Dean is the kind of person that loves with actions, not with words. As you stand there in his arms, you don't need to hear the words I love you, because you can feel them. You pull back so you can look at him without straining your neck. "Happy Birthday, Dean." You give him a warm smile.
He leans down and gives you a light kiss. "Thank you, darlin."
-THE END-