Supernatural Lemons❤ {Completed}

Give the Moose a Muffin: Sam x Reader (oneshot)

The air was thick and sweet and smelled like a bakery. You were leaning against the kitchen counter in the bunker, reading a book in one hand and nursing a mug of tea in the other. Things had been so hectic lately with the search for Abaddon not going so well. Sam and Dean had been hunched over in the main hall doing research all week and coming up dry. As if a Knight of Hell running around wasn’t stressful enough, the King of Hell was currently locked up in the basement. There was too much pressure on all of you to perform and the bunker’s atmosphere was saturated with tension. But today, you decided, was going to be a chance to unwind a little. You couldn’t carry on with the weight of the world on your shoulders. You were all human; you could only take on so much responsibility before collapsing under the strain.
You’d convinced Dean to buy these boxes of muffin mix months ago and you decided now was the perfect time to use them. All you had done was add the eggs, milk and butter and popped it all into the oven in a muffin pan, which you were happy to discover after digging through the bottom cabinets for 5 minutes. The smell of baking treats filled your head with pleasant images of a sunlit kitchen with the window open, a slight breeze fluttering through and ruffling checkered curtains…

You heard heavy footfalls approaching and you turn your head in time to watch Sam lumber through the doorway. His hazel eyes are bleary and his hair is sticking up in the back. He looks like a toddler who just woke up from a midday nap but you know for a fact he’s gotten hardly any shuteye for the past 42 hours. He rubs his face and takes a few more steps in the general direction of the coffee machine.

"Hey, Sammy," you coo gently, watching his slow movements with concern. "How’s it going in there?"

"Not good," he sighs, pouring what was left of the black sludge he and Dean had been calling coffee. He took a drink and grimaced. "We’ve been reading for hours and we can’t find anything that could help us pin her down."

You furrow your brow sympathetically, your gut clenching a little bit. It was important to find this bitch and gank her before she got ahead in Hell’s approval ratings. You looked down at the floor, a feeling of dread creeping over you.

Time was of the essence. You had to find her soon or else— You took a deep breath and let it out. No, you weren’t going to psych yourself out. Not right now. Besides, the best way to help was to keep everyone motivated and positive.

"What’s that smell?" Sam finally asked.

You looked up at him, your countenance brightening. You lean back against the counter, a sly smile on your face.

"Oh, I just thought I’d make you and Dean something special for working so hard," you reply cryptically.

He lifts a brow and stares at you blankly for a moment before cracking a slight smile.

"What are you making?" He buys into your guessing game. A perfect opportunity to cheer him up.

"You’re smart, Sam," you reply with a playful grin. "Give your best guess."

"…Alright," he scoffs, looking around the kitchen with more alertness than he’d been showing the books the past few hours. "Cake." He spots the cupcake papers left on the counter. "Cupcakes."

"Not exactly," you tisk, grabbing the wrappers and tossing them into a drawer. You’d hoped to keep him guessing but there was really only one other treat that required the use of paper cups.

"Muffins?"

"Bingo!" You call loudly, pointing at him. "You’re the winner-winner, chicken dinner! And as your reward, you get to have first choice of the muffins. They’re almost done." You glance at the timer, which had less than a minute left. You brush past him to get some I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter from the fridge and pat his bicep affectionately on the way.