Dean Winchester Pie Novels & Stories

"Order us something to eat? Anything is fine." I nodded and made my way to the counter, where a friendly bartender greeted me with a warm smile. "Good afternoon. What can I get for you?" "Good afternoon," I said. "Do you have anything quick to eat? We're just passing through." "Of course. Our chicken and mushroom pie just came out of the oven, and we've also got ham-and-cheese sandwiches on homemade bread." "The pie sounds perfect," I said, returning his smile. "Two portions, please."

Dylan and Winchester stayed behind for other chores. Emerson: Thanks He wouldn’t see her missed call until he was done for the day. She smiled again, and started preparing to bake him a pie. He loved pie, any kind really, and if she wanted to have a nice and civil conversation with him, it was going to be with pie.

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.

There was Shepard pie, beef Wellington, chicken pot pie and there is also white rice and creamy mashed potatoes. I sat down and we ate a bit of everything while gisting about the wedding, we talked and laughed about the guests and other things that we noticed, including how perfect the wedding turned out to be. We even talked about Bridget that tried to ruin the wedding, although I didn't give him the details about her, I only told him that she's my stepmom. When we finished eating, I stayed in bed while Pierce went to the bathroom to shower and after a while, he stepped out in his pajamas trousers, showing his is fine body structure, toned abs and six packs.

Dean says as he basically gives us all a stern look. Yeah, we got it, buddy, don't worry. "Yeah, I'd say these pieces were cut really well," Alexander says, which causes Dean's fiancée—I mean Rosalie—to smile. "Awe, that's sweet of you to say," she says, then once again goes back into the kitchen. Everyone soon sits down and begins to pick up their forks to eat their slices of pie. Unfortunately, before any of us get the chance to even take a bite of our pie, Christian quickly stands up. "Before anyone begins to dig into their desserts," he quickly states, "I think Dean and Alexander have a few things to say."

The aroma is just so wonderful, and it fills the kitchen with its wonderful scent. "Wow…" Hendrix mumbles as he examines the pie as though he were a judge in a food contest. "Now, this is amazing, trust me on this," he says. "What are we going to do with the pie now that we are done?" I ask. He looks at me with a mischievous smirk. "Eat it, of course," he winks. I stand on my tippy toe and smack him on the head. "Stop being goofy, would you?" "Alright, alright…" he laughs. "I'm going to drive you to Demetrius's office right now, and you present it to him. Don't forget to tell him you personally baked it with love and try to hypnotize him with your beauty and that of the pie too."

Nobody was looking at me. Emory’s Winnie impression was extremely accurate and Stetson was laughing hard enough that his eyes had gone wet and Maekynzie had given up on the milkshake entirely and the booth was warm and loud and exactly what it always was when these specific people were together, and I wanted to hold it still for a minute. Just freeze it. Just this. The cherry pie turned out to be, according to Tinsley, above average. She said it the way someone says something has been confirmed rather than the way someone says something is good, and somehow that made it feel like higher praise.

Katie looked down at her for a moment, but took her death glare to heart. “Mrs. Summers,” Katie said. “How ya doing today?” Delaney heard her winey laugh and rolled her eyes. She could imagine her flipping her blonde hair and doing that shoulder shrug smile she did. “I’m good. Here to pick up those pies for my boys.” Her boys? Lucas and Patch? Delaney held in her laugh when she realized those treats the boys talked about weren’t from her but from the shop. “Yes ma’am. Sweet Potato and Butter Pecan. I’ve got them right here.”

He is as stiff as a board, not looking at or paying any attention to her. "It's almost time to auction the pies," Duke whispers. The guys are getting anxious waiting for the auction to start. The first pie up is a peach pie; it's Melissa's. I look over to her, and she is smiling from ear to ear because of the wolf bidding on her pie. Dean Knight. She's had a crush on him for years; he's such a sweet guy. I thought he was dating Jenny, but I guess I was wrong; they must have broken up. The bidding gets tense as Dean, Gabe, and five other guys place bids, but Melissa's crusade,h Dean Knight, keeps outbidding them. I think he knows who made that pie; he bid $18, and then out of nowhere, Duke bi