You Make Dean a Pie
Characters: Reader, Sam
Word Count: 1,168
Warnings: fluffy Sam feels, nothing bad here
Author’s Note: In this, the reader is 20 years old and Sam is 16. Thank you for @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes for this idea! Go follow her because she’s amazing! If you ever have any ideas that you would want to see before the first episode, don’t be shy. I love writing about the series and making the reader’s character stronger.
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Pie was one of Dean’s favorite things to eat. No matter where he was or whatever the place he was eating at, he would always order pie for dessert. He loved all kinds of pie which made it more special since he could never get bored with any kind of flavor.
One of the things you loved about yourself was hat cooking was one of your specialties. You learned from Dean who learned from John who learned from Mary. Dean was one of the best cooks you knew but lately, he’s been so busy lately that when he goes to eat, he doesn’t have time for pie.
He barely has time to eat the food that he has and for Dean, that is saying something. Food was one of Dean’s favorite things in the world and seeing him not finish his meals, broke your heart a bit. Luckily, though, you convinced John to take his case with Bobby so it could give Dean a break from everything.
Even John knew something was wrong with Dean if he wasn’t finishing his food. Dean barely got enough sleep so he was sleeping through the day but you wanted to do something special for him.
He rarely gets appreciated but this would change because you wanted to make him a delicious pie, a cherry pie. That was his favorite. You already had all the ingredients since you bought them earlier in the week so you could wait for this moment.
You got out the pan and the ingredients, making sure you wouldn’t wake him. From the lack of food and sleep, you knew he would be out like a light. You turned the oven on for it to heat up while you prepared.
“What are you doing?” You heard Sam say. You snapped your head to him who just came out of the bathroom from a very relaxing shower.
“I am making your brother a pie. Want to help?” You looked at him. He thought it over and shrugged, walking over to you, shaking his long hair out before he came to you. You knew that boy would grow even longer hair when he’s older.
“Sure.” Sam said, washing his hands before doing anything else.
“Alright. Can you start making the dough?” You asked, gabbing the cherries and the cherry filling.
“Right, and how is that done again?” Sam asked sheepishly. You smiled at him, realizing you or Dean never really taught him how to cook.
“Right, I forgot we didn’t teach you this yet. It’s simple really,” You said, walking over to him. You told him which ingredients to mix and how hard he should knead the bread. “Think you can manage that?”
“Yeah, I think I can manage kneading some bread.” Sam said, teasing you back.
“Alright, just checking.” You said, winking at him. He smiled, his dimples proudly on display.
“You know, I don’t know why you don’t like pie.” You said, cutting up the seedless cherries in half. You were mixing the real cherries with the filling to give it a bit of texture.
“That kind of things are unhealthy. I need to take care of my body if I am going to be a hunter.” He said, not convincing you at all.
“And what’s the real reason you eat like that?” You said, raising one eyebrow at him. “I know damn well it isn’t because of hunting.”
“You’re right. I want to do more in life. I want to be healthy and live long. I can’t do that if I eat the shit that Dean does.” He said. Even though Dean ate all kinds of crap, he still was a beautiful man and had a very beautiful body.
“Do you want to hunt?” You asked, mixing the filling and the real cherries, leaving some cherries to layer it with.
“Why do you ask?” Sam said, kneading the dough.
“Sam, I know you better than you think. I’ve seen your interest for hunting fade away. So, what do you want to do in life?” You asked, walking over to him and started to fill the premade crust with the filling you mixed.
“I want to go to Stanford and study pre-law.” He admitted quietly to you, knowing he couldn’t hide things from you.
“I’ve seen your grades. With that track record, you’ll be getting a full ride in no time.” You said, looking at him with a small smile.
“Wait, you’re not mad?” He asked.
“Mad about what? That you don’t want to hunt?” You asked, lightly placing the seedless cherries you didn’t cut on top of the filling. “Sam, I admire you. I admire your ambition and I hope that you never lose that. Ever since you were a baby, I never wanted this for you. I know I’m not your mom and I know I’m not a Winchester but I’m serious. If you find something you like and want to pursue, then do it.”
Sam took the dough that was finished and walked over to you and handed it to you. You took it with a smile and sprinkled flour on the counter so it wouldn’t stick.
“What about you? Do you want something more?” He asked, wondering what to do next. You put him in front of you and handed him the roller.
“Make it flat and cut out medium sized strips for me to use.” You instructed. He nodded and took the roller, rolling the dough flat.
“You didn’t answer my question.” Sam said, putting effort into it.
“It’s too late for me anyways so it doesn’t really matter what I want.” You said with a sigh, putting away the cherries you didn’t use.
“Of course, you can still choose. You’re not dead, are you?” Sam asked with a scoff, cutting the dough like how you asked him to.
“No, I’m not, but when you’ve been hunting for 12 years of your life and not 4 like you, you can’t turn your back on this. People need people like me and Dean and your father. They need people like you but you’re young enough to do the things you want.” You said, grabbing the stripes that he already cut up.
You started to weave them together and soon Sam was out of dough to cut and you were out of dough to weave.
“If it helps, you’re a really good hunter.” Sam said with a smile.
“Thanks, Sam. I bet you’ll be a great lawyer one day. Don’t let your dad scare you. If you want to leave, leave. This is your life so live it the way you want,” You said, patting his shoulder. “Thanks for the help.”
You let out a soundless sigh and thought about the words you just spoke to Sam. You wished someone told that to you when you were his age. Maybe your life would have been different.
“For what it’s worth, you’re just as much as a Winchester as I am.” Sam said, smiling at you.
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