Dean Winchester Pie Novels & Stories

“Maybe the medical gene in your family was there all the time and just came out. After all, two of your brothers are doctors, and your sister is a nurse.” “Could be. I think I may take a medical assistant's course. Then work for a doctor and see if I want to go further.” “We have to celebrate your new direction.” Chelsea slowed down as they entered town. “I know a place that has great sandwiches and wonderful pies. It’s right along Main Street. Let me see. There it is, Sweet and Sour, stands for her two most popular items, coconut pie and a Reuben sandwich.” “I’m starving. Find a place to park.”

Even in the dark blue business suit, the Dean looks handsome. Tyler still doesn’t understand it though. The moment that his friend, Mint, is complaining to Tyler that the Dean isn’t eating, Tyler finds himself thinking back to that night in the restaurant when the Dean told Noah and Tyler that the Dean’s wife and son had passed. Without even questioning it, Tyler starts cooking extra and making lunchboxes for the Dean. Mint can’t cook to save her life, and she is grateful to Tyler that the Dean is getting something decent to eat.

The man loved his art. "Is everything okay?" Dean now wore a light gray T-shirt with the DS Oil and Gas logo emblazoned on the the front. It was easier to think without his muscles tempting me to touch them. The kitchen smelled delicious, and I could see something boiling on the stove. I felt guilty for disrupting his night off. "Please, take off your jacket and stay awhile. You hungry? I made my favorite beef stew and I always make too much."

The guy just places the basket on the table and leaves. 'All of them?" I question in shock. Dean just nods with a smile. I blush and take out a rose, pressing it to my nose and take a sniff; it's so beautiful. Our deserts arrive; a vanilla cheesecake with cherry syrup for Holden, poached pears and creme freche for Dean and warm chocolate brownie and ice cream for me. "So, Lizzie.. How are you feeling about the impending birth?" Dean asks over his desert. "Nervous.. Not sure how I'm going to cope but I'll do my best.

“Let me know… whatever Beth needs, man, we’ll make sure she gets it. Just ask.” “Thanks, Dean.” Dean nodded. “OK… so are we gonna work out or what? If we were just going to sit around and gossip like chicks, we might as well have had a coffee morning like the ladies.” “Well,” Chris said. “Jenny did bake croissants.” There was a short, jealous pause. “Yeah?” Dallas said. “Uh-huh.” Chris shifted his balance to help Dean lift the weight down for his first rep. “Plain, chocolate and jam-filled.”

Right smack at the head of the kitchen island was a freshly baked chicken pot pie, deviled eggs with bacon lardon and crispy shallots as well as a few plain buns and cinnamon rolls. “Good morning,” Amber smiled at him as she cut the pie. He could smell the tantalizing aroma of roast chicken that came from within the pie’s flaky crust. Gentle steam rose from the pie as bits and pieces of baby carrots and green peas rolled from its filling and onto the wooden cutting board. If Fabian wasn’t hungry when he woke up, then he definitely was famished now. He took a seat across from where she stood and picked up a slice of bacon with his bare hands as she poured a cup of steaming hot coffee for him.

He gave me a wink and turned back to his food as his fingers traced patterns up my thigh, and back to my knee. What's he playing at? Everyone started eating in blessed silence, which I loved until Isabella cleared her throat. “Dean, I remember how much you love croissants, so I baked these from scratch for you. Have some,” she said, picking up one, but Dean was already shaking his head. “Don't worry Isabella. I'm very much okay with the bread, thank you.” She frowned but didn't press. “So Uncle Alex, what has been going on in the pack lately? Anything interesting?”

Besides, if anything did happen, hotel security was on speed dial. "Remember, fresh cilantro if they have it," I reminded him one last time as he slid on a baseball cap. "I'll remember. I be back in thirty minutes," Dean said, closing the door behind him. The lock clicked loudly in the quiet room. I stood staring at the door for a moment, wondering what I should do until he got back. While playing checkers with Dean all day, we had started talking about food. When our favorite homemade meals had come up, I had told him about my mom's secret recipe for "Cheeseburger Pie. Dean suggested I cook it for Owen, along with some chocolate chip cookies. It wasn't exactly scallops with black truffles,

"Wait! Why am I eating this? Why can't I stop myself?" "That's a special pie that's baked with real hellhound's genitals." The fat clown grinned. "Carson! Spit it out now!" Declan howled, but I just couldn't, I had to have more. ¡GULP! I looked over to see Dimitri drinking his beverage. "Dimitri No!" Declan cried, but it was too late, he drank every last drop. "Now you eat this, wolfman," one of the female clowns tried to get Declan to eat the treat.

I asked. "Sheep's pluck with minced meat and other condiments," he sounded bored. "Okay," I looked at the other choices, "how about the shepherd's pie." I put the menu down. "Sounds lovely," he said, "Vinny," he called. "Just a second bud," Vinny called back wheeling a beer keg into a backroom. Vinny dusted off his hands and came over. "Two orders of shepherds pie please and your finest wine," Levi ordered.