Dean Winchester Pie Novels & Stories

at all which caught me by surprise We sat at a small corner table, sunlight filtering through the windows, making the space feel more intimate than it probably was. Dean took off his jacket and rolled his sleeves up, exposing strong forearms and an expensive watch. I tried not to look impressed. “I ordered for us,” he said as the waitress walked away. I gave him a look. “You don’t know what I want.” “You get the same thing every time we order in. Chicken pesto sandwich, extra pickles, and cold lemonade. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“I’ll get it.” Olivia took a few deep breaths, feeling her fight-or-flight response kick in. She was just getting up from her chair when the two walked in. “Don’t bother getting up.” Dean waved her back down. “Eli has been eating bits and pieces at the party, but he may still need something a little more substantial soon.” She said. There were so many things Dean needed to know, but her voice failed her at that moment. He looked incredibly handsome in a pair of tight jeans and a navy polo shirt that enhanced his tight waist and emphasized his broad shoulders. Looking very much the part of a Texas Ranger with his black cowboy hat rode at an angle.

Nearing me, he said softly, “It's for you and me to indulge in later.” Chuckling at him being playful, I nodded at him as I took the bag with the pie and informed him that I would hide from the others. Just as I turned toward the huge kitchen, Dante appeared, and his amber eyes went straight to Austin’s mother. “We must speak,” he growled until Austin lifted his full hands and said, “Let's eat first.” That gave the assassin pause as he sniffed the air and grinned while he mumbled, “Honey butter is my vice. Excuse me, Elvina, my stomach takes precedence!”

"Can I interest you in a pie delivery? Today's special is Lemon Ham with Pickle and Papaya." "That sounds awful." Hades grimaced, even though he knew the pie type hid the code to get in the speakeasy, he also knew Jinx made it legit by baking whatever weird concoction that made the code. "Don't knock it till you try it, Shady." Hades was used to Jinx's offense, but the tom was not the best of bakers despite his daily attempts at pie mastery. "But why are you calling me? Aren't you busy with your adorable morsel?"

But scattered among them were dishes that reflected Dean’s style: meat patties, steamed fish slices, steamed tofu, and a bowl of delicate steamed eggs. Greg surveyed the table of dishes, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His eyes skimmed over the spread before he spoke casually, "Wasn’t this supposed to be fast food?" Dean wiped his hands and briefly met Greg’s gaze, his tone unnervingly calm. "My skills are limited, can’t make that much fast food." Greg chuckled and shrugged. "Alright, never mind then. I think there’s some fruit in the fridge." Dean nodded, replying without much thought, "Yeah, I saw some watermelon. I’ll grab it."

Dean made sure to pre-order everything. I stare down at my plate. I've had a bit of fruit, and now I'm staring at my scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausages. There's a whole platter with fruit and cheese, different kinds of bread. Of course, I have some fruit scones amongst it too, Dean knows they're my favourite. There are pancakes, waffles, cereals, yoghurt, fresh orange juice, coffee, and tea it's simply crazy. What the hell was he thinking when he ordered this?

The real kicker had come yesterday afternoon when she’d not only taken a shift monitoring the calving shed, but also somehow still found time to cook a delicious pot-roast dinner with peach cobbler for dessert. When Austin had announced the warm, gooey dessert was orgasmic and he might be in love, and Dean had responded by offering to battle Austin for her, Jeremy had nearly throttled them both. The pie was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted—aside from the woman herself—but that didn’t matter. Being charmed by her was hard enough, especially now that she knew his secrets, but seeing how his soldiers adored her made it worse. “Won’t be much longer,” he muttered to himself.

Everyone said so. Dean didn't stop his nephew from eating another cup of golden, plump, dragon-shaped corn jelly, as well as a piece of juicy, sweet red watermelon. Dean himself also broke the rules. At first, he was still overwhelmed by the scientific knowledge that "eating at night is the cause of a thousand and one incurable diseases." But because the atmosphere is so happy. Dean allows himself to go far, suddenly regretful. Before, he was just existing, not living.

Betty nodded and walked away to grab the drinks. I leaned back in the booth, the weight of the evening finally hitting me. I stifled a yawn. “Long day, huh?” Dylan said. “You okay?” “Yeah,” I said, letting out another yawn. “It just now caught up to me.” “We can go if…” “No way, not without some pie first,” I smiled at him. He smiled back and we looked over the menu. When the waitress returned, we both ordered slices of pie: cherry for him, banana cream for me.

After a while the dishes on the dinning table was completely cleared out. Ryella stands up and without warning, she walks into the kitchen before walking out with different trays containing a coconut meringue pie, chocolate cake with cream filling and strudel (apple in thin pastry and baked). Jin and Derek fought the urge to drool at the pretty and delicious sight in front of them, Damon's mouth watered, his face softened, the sight of him looking calm, relaxed and composed would create an uproar in the business world..... Jin shifted his focus to his cousin and did a double- check. The demon CEO is smiling.