A/N: I haven't forgot my Adam series, just taking a side step because its getting frustrating and I need a break from it. Until then, have this to enjoy. Its not going to be long just a three, maybe four parter if I bring Adam in later. I was just wondering why Dean liked pie so much and this picture of him and John sharing a piece when he was little came to mind. Of course, I couldn't leave out Sammy and Cas. They'll be in here too. Besides, been writing too much depressing crap lately. Wanted to get back to some light hearted stuff.

Let Them Eat Pie:

By: LOSTrocker

Part One: Midnight Snack:

John really thought he was going to get away with this. He managed to make it down the stairs, into the kitchen without anyone waking up in the house. John gave himself points, this meant his hunter skills were improving. The last time he tried this he got busted.

It was time to think smart. He couldn't get the class plates or silver wear that he would normally use. They made too much noise. So, he improvised and got into the pantry where Mary kept all the paper and plastic substitutes for holidays like the 4th of July or outside gatherings. He grabbed a plate, a knife, a fork, and a cup. John sat them out on the kitchen table so he could get the prize that was waiting for him in the fridge.

As soon as his hand reached the handle, he heard Mary's voice in the back of his head reminding him that this wasn't his pie. It was for Dean's school bake sale so the school could provide the library with more of a book selection. He really tried to fight his growling stomach but the way to a man's heart was through his stomach. Mary knew this when she hooked up with him. John Winchester was a bottomless pit. Thats why his stomach won this time.

John was careful as he took out the pie. He smiled down at it in all it glory deliciousness. It was favorite, apple. Lame probably. Hey, can't mess with a classic though. When he went to cut a piece for himself he wondered if Mary had tempted him with his choice of pie. If this was a test, he was so getting an F.

Papa Winchester just sat down and take a bite when he heard a little voice from the kitchen's entrance. "Daddy, what are ya doin' up?"

Oh oh, he was busted. He turned to see Dean there in the door way rubbing his tired eyes. For a split second, John wondered if he could trick Dean into thinking this was all a dream. Then he could have all this goodness to himself. He mentally kicked himself for being such a selfish bastard for that one. He was going to go that low so his own son couldn't have some pie. That was just wrong on so many levels. Papa Winchester gave into his guilt.

"Shh," John shushed him quickly and waved him over. "Midnight snack buddy." he explained as he put the fork down so he could bring up his little boy into his lap.

"What'cha eatin'?" Dean questioned and he gawked at his mom's apple pie on the table. "Aww, daddy , yer not suppose to have tis!" Dean turned to point a finger at him like his mommy did when ever his daddy was in trouble. "This is the school's pie. Not yer pie!"

"I'm testing it," John was quick with that lie.

"Testin' it?" Dean asked as he crossed his little arms. Somehow, he wasn't buying it.

"Yeah, got to make sure its okay for everyone to eat." John explained. Great, first he was going to lie to Dean about this being a dream, now he was lying to his son about why he had to have this pie that wasn't his. Yeah, he was so going to the Father of Year Books for this one.

"Why wouldn't it be okay?" Dean fussed. "Mommy is a good cook."

"I know, but just to see. Better safe then sorry right?" John questioned his oldest son. "Want to test it with me? I'll let have first bite." And add bribing to that list. John scoped up a large piece with his fork.

Dean was really trying to do the right thing here but it was really hard with his daddy waving that fork with a hunk of pie on the end of it just begging to be eaten. Dean had to put the people's safety into thought. That was important. He took it and it just melted in his mouth.

"Mmm-mmm," he sang out. "Good."

"Let me see," John was next and had to agree there. It wasn't just good, it was damn good. "I think you're right, however, we should test more."

Dean nodded enthusiastically. He yanked the fork from his dad's large hand and scooped a messy piece of pie. John laughed, thinking Dean was going to pop it in his own mouth. He was surprised when the kid did a 360 and gave it to him. Dean took seconds.

"I want some milk." Dean admitted through a mouth full.

John forgot about getting some milk. His mind or stomach rather was too focused on something to drink. He wanted some too. John suggested that Dean be a big boy and get it so they could share a glass. Dean jumped off his daddy's lap to do as told. The milk was on the bottom shelf so if he ever needed some or Sammy it would be easy to reach. John would help him pour. He'd learned from past mistakes that Deano and liquids didn't really mix too well. Half of the time, the drink of his choice would either be all over the floor or table. This time thankfully, there was no evidence that they were here. Papa Winchester let his boy have the first sip. He looked like he needed it. Of course, by sip in Dean's terms meant big gulp. The milk was almost gone. John just poured them some more. He had a feeling that he would have to make a grocery store run before tomorrow was up.

All the while, they had no idea they were being watched. Mary thought something was wrong when her husband wasn't beside her. She was glad to see it was nothing more than his stomach's doing. Mary wanted to fuss at John but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She loved to see her boys like this – it was almost like she wasn't a hunter, that she Mary Winchester was normal. Mary would've let them be if Dean hadn't asked his daddy:

"Can we have 'nother piece? Pwease?"

"I think one piece is enough for tonight." Mary came forward.

John and Dean turned to face her. She laughed. They looked like two deer caught in head lights. Dean didn't want to get in trouble, he became fidgety in his daddy's lap. He had to think quick. With a pointed finger in John's direction he declared: "Daddy did it!"

"Hey, I thought you were on my side!" John retorted.

"Oh, it is uh?" Mary questioned her boys as she circled around to John.

"He said we had to test it to make sure it was okay!" Dean went on.

John gulped when he felt Mary's slender but strong arm around his neck. She could easily break it in a clean fast motion. Then again, their son was in their lap. She wouldn't kill him in front of Dean would she?

"You're good Winchester," Mary whispered in his ear. "But not good enough."

"Can't blame a guy for trying..." he figured with a smirk.

"It's okay," Mary assured them both and realized John.

Papa Winchester gave a much relieved breath. So, he wouldn't be dying by the hands of his wife. Today.

"Even though, I told you that this pie was for Dean's school, it's all right." Mary confirmed. "I have a second one at Bobby's just in case something like this came up."

"Well, how do you know Bobby didn't eat it by now?" John challenged her.

"He has a stronger will power than you do." she kidded. All though, she had a feeling that the pie there was half way gone. What was she going to do with these boys? That was an easy answer – keep them, and love them forever or as long as she could anyway.

While his parents "discussed" (thats the word they liked to use when they bickered) the current situation, Dean thought he could be cute and try to sneak another piece without them looking. He couldn't cut with a knife, even a plastic one. He just helped himself to the pie in the dish with his fork. Dean managed to get a couple of bites in before he was caught.

"This is really, really good mommy!" Dean slipped. He couldn't help it. He always complimented his mom's food.

"Dean Winchester!" Mary tried to fuss but she failed when she burst out into giggles. In the few seconds that Dean had, he was covered in apples.

Dean just gave her that charming grin of his. Mary had a feeling by the time he grew up he was going to be one Hell of a heart breaker. The tip of the ice berg was when he offered her a piece. How could she refuse that? She took him up on his offer. This had to be one of the best pies she ever made because it brought her and her boys together. It was her slice of the apple pie life. Thats why apple pie was her favorite.

TBC...