{Supernatural}
{Compliments to the Chef - Dean Winchester x reader}
Dean walked into the bakery, led there by the scent of flaky crust and sweetly tart Apple filling. There was no denying the delicious smell, so he followed it, right into the building.
(Y/l/n) Family Diner / 3 Generations of the best Apple Pie in North America , read the sign. When he slipped past the door, he saw you, with a star labs shirt underneath the marvel apron that was stained with flour and other baking materials. You were heavily concentrated onto frosting a pink lemonade cupcake absolutely perfectly with the pastel pink frosting in the bag.
Once you had done that, you spin around to grab a short paper straw and carefully positioned it into the cupcake frosting. Then you grabbed to candy pearls and placed them off center, near the straws.
"FINALLY FUCKING DONE!" You say, grabbing a 'non-perfect' cupcake from being you and chomping into it. You smiled and took the light pink cupcake box and cautiously put the cupcake in it, then slapped a label on it. Dean just stood there, unable to take his eyes off you. You looked up to see him.
"Pictures last longer you know..." You smirk, and he immediately regains his posture.
"Yeah, I uhm, heard about your pie- could I have a slice?"
You looked him overcome then motioned him to come behind the counter. He fondly followed you to a glorious glass container.
"This right here" you said, pointing to the pie "is our freshly baked, one of a kind, best in North America, Apple pie." You say, and Deans mouth starts to water. You open up the container, and the smell becomes so delcious, Dean can barely hold himself back from pouncing on the pie.
"So, before I give you a slice for free, I oughta know your name." You say, placing Your hands in your hips.
"Dean. And for free?"
"It's not often you get an attractive stranger walking up in here. You my friend, are verrrrry attractive" you wink and deans face goes red. You grab a nice and cut a medium slice out of the pie, and Dean could swear he was getting turned on by the pie. You scoop up some vanilla ice cream from a giant vat behind the pie, labeled "PIE PAIRING ONLY, FRESH". Dean was so ready to just dive into the pie, but you were intent on making it look perfect. Carefully, you placed a single mint leaf on top of the perfectly scooped ice cream which was layered on top of the steaming apple pie. You smiled and handed him the plate, with a silver fork and a knife to accompany it.
"Thanksssss" Dean said happily, grabbing the plate. He ran to the front of the diner, and happily munched into the pie, taking a seat near the bar. You watched him as he moaned because of how good the pie tasted. He had passed 2 of the 3 tests. Onto the 3rd. You handed him a glass of water, and he downed it. Ok, so that was good. You smiled, and slipped the blade back into the back pocket of your apron. You did these tests on every customer that entered, just in case.
Dean rang the bell after a few minutes. You were inside the kitchen, making pumpkin spice batter. You didn't hear it, so Dean decided to see what you were up to. When he came to the back of the kitchen, he saw you pouring in a clear water like liquid from a sliver container with a cross on it, into the batter.
"Whatchu doing?" He ask, leaning on the wall. You jumped and pulled out your gun from inside your back pocket, cocking it right at Dean.
"Holy- ok... What the fuck is going on? Was that holy water? What the fuck?" Dean asked, jumping backwards.
"Shit." You muttered. You looked at Dean eyeing him down.
"Yes, that was holy water. And these bullets are 100% pure silver with a devils trap engraved on everyone one of them. And I have a demon blade and an angel blade in my pocket. Now if you take even one step, I will shoot you in the heart." You say, telling him the truth, hopefully scaring him. It didn't. His eyes just widened in surprise.
"Wait- are you a hunter?" Dean asks, his eyes going to the gun.
"Yeah- wait how did you- are you a hunter?!" You ask, uncocking the gun.
"Yes, and what the hell are you doing in a diner. With an angel blade?! And a demon blade?! Where did you even????" Dean could barely finish his sentence.
"Family of hunters means heirlooms. And the diner is our front." You walk over to one of the seemingly empty shelfs. You push it to the side and reveal a door. You put your hand on the front, and it glows blue, and pushes open. He follows behind you, and sees almost every type of knife, sword, and gun in existence. Theirs a small stove for melting bullets and m and a mold for the newer bullets with a pre engraved Devils trap.
"This is frickin awesome!" Dean says. You look at him and laugh. Then you shove him outside.
"Don't tell anyone. And nice car outside. Don't tell me... '67 Impala?"
"Yesh" Dean says, his mouth full of pie. You laugh at the amount of crumbs in his mouth.
"So.... Nice shirt." He says. And that launches both you into a heated argument of Marvel vs DC.
•2 hours later•
As he walks outside with the rest of the pie and small batch of ice cream, he spins around.
"Compliments to the chef." He winks. You roll your eyes.
"Hey! Dean!"
"Yeah?"
"Call me if you ever need help with any cases... Or anything else" you say, slipping a napkin with your number on it into his pocket.
"Sure will." He laughs, and walks to the car.
"SAMMO I GOT ME SOME PIE"
