Crowley's face is right in yours, laughing maniacally. You try to back away but your arms and legs are pinned Dow to a chair. You jolt awake and scan around the room. Sam offered to take the couch this time and Dean was in the bed across from you, both sound asleep. Normally you'd get your own room but after being attacked by Crowley and a couple of his goons in your separate motel room, you've asked to stay in with the guys. Now, the only place you felt safe was in the bunker or with the guys. You felt bad that that meant someone had no bed but you all took turns. You lay back down after your sure Crowley isn't hiding in the shadows. Minutes pass and you slowly start to calm down. Right as you dozed off you jump as you hear your name. You glance around the room and see no movement. The fear inside you has caused a lump to settle in your throat and a pit in your stomach.

"(Y/N)" you hear it mumbled again. It takes a second but you realize it's coming from Dean.

You take a deep breath and settle back into bed.

"(Y/N)! Baby..." He mumbles again.

Your eyes grow wide and listen intently as he goes on.

"Pie's... Gooood! Save (Y/N)... 'nd piiie" he snorts.

"Not again..." Sam grumbles as he shifts on the couch.

You try to contain your giggles.

"Dean!" You whisper harshly.

"He does this when he has gone too long without it" Sam remarks.

"Cherry..." He mumbles softly.

"Dean!"

"Pumpkin!" He says clearly as he rolls over.

"Dean?!"

"Huh? What?" He groans.

"You're talking in your sleep..." You can't help but smile.

"Oh sorry..." He mumbles and falls back to sleep.

-The Next Morning-

You wake up to the sound of door closing and the smell of bacon. You roll over and stretch.

"Heeeeeey. Sleeping beauty always answers the call to bacon." Dean remarks as he digs into a small apple pie.

You groan. "Duh! It's bacon! But atleast I don't dream about it."

"Pumpkin!" Sam imitates Dean.

"Save the pie!" You added with a giggle.

You stand to you feet and follow the smell of bacon.

"(Y/N)! Cherry!" Sam laughs.

"What!?" Dean glares at the two of you.

"Apparently, you dream of pie when you go too long without it" You say and begin devouring your bacon, eggs and pancakes.

"I do not!" Dean scoffs.

"Yes you do! But why were you dreaming about her?" Sam probes

"I was not! Shut up and eat your breakfast." Dean growls

"Apparently he also gets grumpy when he hasn't had pie." You giggle.

"You're not you when your pieless" Sam refers to the snickers commercial you had all laughed at the night before.

"Just because you two don't appreciate the perfection that is pie, doesn't I can't!" Dean takes a big bite of pie and almost chokes.

"Looks like you appreciated it a little too much!" You retort. You and Sam laugh as Dean chugs a glass of water to clear his throat.

"You're both sooo funny!" Dean swallows as the two of you eat your breakfast while laughing in between bites.