Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Dean Winchester Imagine

Who wouldn't want to eat tHIS DELICIOUS LOOKING PIECAKEN!?

It was a Monday.

It was a rainy day.

Typical Kansas weather.

[Y/N] passed a—pin on Pinterest that made you scream in joy.

The piecaken was in their lives.

Never to be removed again.

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"Give me, the fucking eggs you dipshit!" You shouted and swiped the eggs from Sam, snarling at him. He was covered in flour and batter, and managed to piss you off in five minutes in the kitchen. "How the hell did you get flour and batter on you?! We haven't even started baking!" That was true: you hadn't even combined the dry and wet ingredients together and Sam had batter on him.

Dean waltzed in, carrying one of the pies to be out in. He had a fork and was about to take a bite out of it. "So, when will this—" "YOU FUCKTARD!" You lunged across the kitchen and kicked Dean so hard in the kneecaps he fell and you got the pie back, unscathed. Sitting it down, you scowled at them both.

"Get out of the kitchen. Now." Sam crossed his arms, squaring his shoulders. "No," your eye twitched and you looked up at him, a wicked smile on your face and a gleam in your eye. "Really? You want to test your loyalty with me right now, Sam? Because I'm very unstable—oh, very unstable indeed. I mean, it's that time—" Sam made a disgusted and scared and horrified face before walking out, reaching out to grab/drag Dean out too.

Dusting yourself off, you went back to the island to continue your baking. "Idiots, thinking they know how to cook when I'm a chef." You muttered angrily to yourself, your stomach cramping. "Ow, fuck you Dean and Sam!" You shouted and Dean half shouted and half groaned back. "We didn't even do anything!" "You ruined my ingredients, you—oh."

A flush of wings and Cas was standing there, taking in the scene. "Should I help clean up?" You were about to reject when he snapped his fingers and the entire kitchen was cleaned and your ingredients were sat neatly in front of you. You almost fell to the ground and praised Jesus hallelujah. But that probably would be weird for Cas.

Taking in a deep breath, you finally prepared yourself to take on the daunting task of making the;

Piecaken.

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Dean hugged you repeatedly and took bits of the desert, praising you for the task. "I owe you, just make this again soon!" You pondered the thought and nodded, grinning evilly.

Next time, you're cleaning the mess up.

Sam closed his eyes and you grinned, slithering towards him and whispering, "Feel like your indebted to me?" Without thinking, Sam nodded before realizing what he did. "No, no, oh no, I don't—" "Too late!" You sang and bounced back to where you originally were.

And you, Sam, are going to help him.

Eating your piece, satisfied, you sighed and leaned back, smiling at them both scarfing down pieces of the piecaken. Leaning in with a, "leave some for me!" You swiped some more just for yourself.

Today was an eventful day.

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yes.

Bad writing but it's late ok. And I'm "trying" to get a sleep schedule. But, wondering why piecaken was italicized and bolded?

Because royalty deserves specialness.

And the piecaken is royalty, don't you tell me otherwise.

PIECAKEN I WANT IT SO BADDDDD

anyways, kms for not buying the ingredients at the store ;-;

See ya soon, :3

Also, T&S reference anyone ;-;

Byeeeeeee