SamxReader:All because of pie
"Dean~!" you sang. You poked the sleeping hunter who was grumbling annoyedly.
"Lemme sleep, Y/N" he groaned. You pouted.
"I guess you don't want these slices of apple and pecan pie~!" you sang as you bolted out of the room carrying the platter of pie along with you
Dean sat up straight immediately, pulled on his pants and bolted right after you.
"I'm coming, Y/N!" he roared. I smiled and ran smack into the large 6'4 frame of Sam Winchester.
"Careful with that, Y/N" he said. He picked up the, thankfully not fallen plate of pies and handed it back to you.
"Let's go!" you screamed. You could hear Dean's graceful steps pattering closer to you. You yanked Sam by the red flannel he was wearing and took off at high speed running through the bunker.
"Y/N!" squeaked Sam. He was shocked you were strong enough to pull all of his 200+ pounds, but you were one of the toughest hunters there were anyway.
"I smell the pie! It's coming from here..." said Dean.
"Sam! Let's go!" you dragged him with you into the storage room where the devil's trap was meticulously painted. He, in turn, dragged you into one of the large closets in the room.
You quickly shut the doors after Sam had pulled all of him inside. You immediately turned a bright shade of red when you realized how close together you two were, and feeling awkward due to the foot and few inches he had on you.
"Y/N? You okay? You look a bit flushed," asked Sam, awkwardly. He now also seemed aware of the strange position he had pulled you two into.
"I'm-I'm fine! Just all the running around the bunker from Dean's room to here, you know," you stuttered, turning an even brighter shade of red. You swore, dropping the pies on the floor of the tall closet.
"Well, we could do something while waiting," said Sam, smiling. He leaned down as you reached up-
" PIE!" roared Dean. He swung the closet doors open to reveal a very red Y/N and Sam holding each other very close.
"You two playing Seven Minutes in Heaven, huh?" Said Dean, smirking. He grabbed the fallen platter of pies and stuck a slice in his mouth.
"I'm gonna leave you two to finish whatever you've got going!" said Dean, already heading to the dining table, noisily chewing a mouthful of apple pie.
"Well, Sammy. Didn't know you felt that way about me," you said, coyly. "Good that you do, cause I do too." You pulled the collar of his flannel down to your level. Sam turned a bright beet red.
"C'mere, Y/N" he grinned, kissing you.