Supernatural One Shots

Sweet Pie (Dean)

After a fight you try to make things better with Dean by making him a pie but something goes wrong, and it leads to the first I love you

Just a cute short Dean imagine.

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This stupid argument started about ten minutes ago. Dean made a comment about my lack of hunting skills. I told him that I can always train more and go try out my skills on actual monsters because hands-on action if the best way to get better. He actually laughed at the pure thought of it. He thought it was the funniest and stupidest idea ever.

"Fine. Then I'll stay here in the bunker, all the time, never learn how to properly defend myself. I'll just be a book worm, and nothing hands-on or dangerous." I said rolling my eyes.

He scoffed with a smirk on his face, "I never said that, baby. I said that you need to get better. I just said we need to up your training before I would ever let you out on a case." He defended himself, but didn't sound too upset yet.

I huffed loudly and crossed my arms across my chest. "Oh right, because you're the boss. I forgot. I'm going to my room, if that's alright with you, boss."

I walked away. This was so annoying. He always says crap about me needing more combat training and that I need to know more self-defense tactics, but we never find the time to do it or he will just refuse to train me. So, instead, I get left at the bunker alone to worry about them coming back; or just to be here in case they need some research done.

I get that he wants to keep me safe but I wish he would listen to me when we talk about it. I want to learn more about fighting monsters. I know a lot about difference monsters and things, especially since moving into the bunker and getting into it's amazing library. I love reading and learning, but I want to be useful in other ways.

Dean went out to the garage, probably to tinker with Baby like he always does when he's irritated. I tend to do that to him when he have little arguments like this. My comment about him being the boss was a little dig at his controlling personality, which always gets to him.

Realizing this argument was stupid in the first place, I started thinking of what to do to be the one to make a peace offering.

Sex was obvious, and too cliche. We can do that after I do something else to make it up to him anyway.

I walked around the bunker thinking, and happened to pass the kitchen. Of course. I could make him something. But what? I'm not much of a cook or a baker. But, pie is his favorite thing in the world besides his car.

I grabbed my laptop and searched up what I'd need along with the instructions. We had everything I'd need; with me making the crust from scratch.

I made a huge mess, but it looked amazing before going into the oven. I set the timer and then turned my attention to cleaning the kitchen up. There was flour, fruit mix, and pie crust pieces all over the place.

It took me a long time to get it all cleaned up. I then went off to the bathroom to wash my hands and face.

As I dried my face the fire and smoke alarm went off; meaning most of the lights also switched to the red warning flashers. The alarm was blaring loudly through the entire bunker.

By the time I raced back to the kitchen Dean was there waving a towel in front of the oven as smoke poured out of it.

"Shit!" I yelled and started helping fan the smoke.

Dean started laughing and opened a window. He turned to look at me, "What is this, baby? You trying to burn our house down?" He joked.

I leaned my palms against the counter and tried to take a deep breath. This sucked. I tried to do one thing and some how screwed it up. I don't even know what happened. The pie only had five more minutes.

The tears started as I went to talk, "I tried.... I was trying to make this for you. To say sorry for acting like a brat. I don't know... what happened."

I started to full on cry.

He laughed and pulled my against his chest. "Oh, baby, this was so sweet. Oh man, I love you." He mumbled and kissed my forehead.

I froze, then he did too as we both realized what he just said. With a sigh he pulled back and looked at me, "Baby, I love you."

I wiped away a few tears. "I love you too, Dean."

He kissed me softly. "You are the sweetest. And this pie looks perfect. It looks like just a little filling bubbled out and got on the bottom of the oven. Thank you, for being so sweet." He was so damn perfect.

I bit my lip then got on my tip toes and kissed him quickly. "You're welcome. Thank you for not letting me burn down our home. Let's try it and see if it tastes good too."