A/N: Keep in mind folks that I'm not a cook. I'm like Dean with a stove. We don't mix. I've never made a pie. So, theres really no really detailed description of cooking here. Besides, thats not what this story is about anyway. Plus, some angst here. Hey, its Sammy's chapter, and where theres angst you will find our dear Sam. He has issues.

Chapter Two: Kiss the Cook:

Sammy couldn't believe they were arguing about this. Then again, considering the fact that Dean brought it up, it was possible. Hell, Sam could remember when they were little and they use to fight over what color the sky was at night. Sam would say it was a dark blue while Dean insisted it was black.

"How come ya don't like pie?" Dean questioned.

"I never said I didn't." Sam pointed out.

Dean proved his point as he dug out his on the go pie. Sammy had picked up for him at their last stop because his baby brother never forgot the pie which made him all kinds of awesome. It was a fast treat for guys like them on – always on the move. Dean ripped it opened with his teeth and handed it over to Sammy seeing if he wanted the first bite because the first one was always the best. This pie was cheery.

Sam waved him away. "No thanks."

"See!" Dean answered.

"That doesn't mean anything." Sam told him.

Dean took a bite and went to fuss at him some more but Sammy couldn't understand a word his brother was saying due to the food in his mouth. He shook his head. "Don't speak with your mouth full Dean."

The older Winchester chased the pie down with some soda. He would've preferred beer but since they were on the road he couldn't. Bobby would have his head. Of course, he could always be sneaky and try Bobby would know. Couldn't pass anything on Bobby Singer.

Dean tried again once his mouth was cleared out. "I said, yeah, it does."

Sam crossed his arms. "Just drop it."

"No way," Dean shook his head. "Who doesn't like pie? Everyone likes pie!"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Not everyone."

"Then you're not American!" Dean declared. "I can't believe you're my brother and don't-"

"Dean," Sam warned, he really wanted his big brother to drop it. Dean had a bad habit of rambling on when he was passionate about something and pie was one of those things.

"Fine," Dean gave into him. He wasn't in the mode to fight anyway. He was tired and drained from their recent job. He couldn't wait to get to Bobby's to catch up on some much needed rest.

Dean let his eyes drift to the box. He smiled. This pie was good. It wasn't near as awesome as the ones his mom use to make. He couldn't believe he could still remember that. Dean was so little then. It was strange. He finished off the cheap version of his favorite dessert before tossing the box in the back.

"Mom use to make the best pie." Dean admitted quietly, rather it was to himself or his brother, he wasn't sure. "Way better than that crap," he motioned towards the back. "Or anything else we've tried."

"I wouldn't know," was Sam's heart honest reply.

Dean mentally kicked himself. Why did he have to slip like that? He had gotten four wonderful years with their mom. Sammy only picked up a few months. He was just a baby, too tiny to remember anything, not even what she looked like. It wasn't his fault and it wasn't fair to Sam. If he could change places with his brother he'd do it in a second.

An awkward silence soon followed them. Then it Dean. "Is that why ya don't like pie?" he asked, breaking the quiet that had come between them.

"Didn't I say drop it?" Sammy demanded.

"Thats it isn't it?" Dean concluded.

Sam went silent, giving him his answer. Dean cursed to himself... Why hadn't he figured it out before? It made sense. Well, now that he knew what was bothering Sam, he might not be able to fix it, but dammit he would make him feel a little bit better about pie.

Yes, that was it. This was the reason that Sammy didn't like it. It was because he knew how much Dean and Bobby raved about their mother's cooking. She was one of the best. Sammy never doubted that. He just wouldn't know because he never got a chance to taste anything. Pie was just another painful reminder.

Once at Bobby's, Dean barely had time to park the Impala before Sam jumped out and storming into Bobby's.

Bobby was waiting for them at the door. "Hey Sam," he greeted as the youngest Winchester came up to him. He could tell by the look on Sammy's face that he wasn't in a good mode. Bobby sighed. This had Dean Winchester written all over it.

Sam just gave him a nod before brushing past him. All he wanted to do was close himself up in his room and shut out the world – mostly Dean.

"Or not." Bobby watched him storm up the stairs.

Dean came up after him. "Sammy!" he called.

Bobby put his hands on his hips. "What did ya do now?"

"Why does it always have to be me?" Dean shot at him.

"Cos it usually is." Bobby teased him and welcomed him in.

Dean hung his head, it was true. "Yeah, I screwed up again Bobby."

Bobby lead him into the kitchen. "Want to talk 'bout it?"

Dean told him about the conversation in the car. After explaining, he said: "I want to make it up to him."

"How?"

Dean smirked, light flickering in those hazel eyes. Bobby sighed. "Oh no," That light always meant the shit was going to hit the fan.

Bobby was actually surprised by Dean's answer. "I want to make him a pie, apple."

"Ya want to cook somethin'?" Bobby questioned him worriedly. "Need I remind ya what happened the last time ya tried that?"

"'Kay, so I had an argument with the stove and it won," Dean shrugged it off like it was no big deal when it had been. Bobby had almost lost half his kitchen when Dean caught his dinner on fire. Thats what he got for not being there to supervise the boy. "Geez, one time-"

"It hasn't been jest that one time Dean, and ya know it." Bobby fussed.

"C'mon Bobby, give me some credit this time, it's fer Sammy." Dean pleaded.

That had won Bobby over. "All right, let me see if I don't have any of my wife's old cook books 'round here," Bobby started fishing through the cabinets and found what he was looking for. They were old, thick, and dusty. He hadn't used these in awhile. He didn't need them. Dean would though. "Let's see, apple pie," Bobby started to flip through the pages. "Ah, here we go." he showed it to Dean.

"Looks easy 'nough." Dean declared, Bobby just laughed at him. Dean had no clue.

Bobby went over to get him and Dean a couple of aprons. "You're probably, no ya most definitely gonna need this." he added with a laugh. "I should have everythin',"

"Great, lets get started!" Dean said and went to go dig out what they would need.

Dean went to cracking right away. Bobby would supervise, like he said he would do but if Dean needed help he would step in if need be.

Meanwhile, in his four walls of solitude, Sammy had flopped himself down on his bed insisting himself that he would not leave this room until he felt like it. Dean pissed him off and he had a right to be a little, dare he say emo? Damn straight. Of course, all that faded away when the smell of freshly cooked apples found his nose. Bobby was cooking.

Sam didn't know how long he was in his room. He figured that Bobby would be getting dinner fixed by now. He felt a little guilty because while he was up here pouting he was slaving away over a hot stove. Dean wasn't helping him that he knew for sure. They learned a long time ago that Dean and anything flammable just didn't mix. Sammy would make it up to Bobby after supper. He would do the dishes. When Sam had no clue what was going on in the kitchen.

Bobby was reading off the directions while Dean tried his bes to do as it read. The older hunter tried not to fuss at Dean when a egg slipped from his hand or when he steered and all that goo ended up everywhere. Bobby didn't know which was messier: his kitchen or him and Dean. They were both covered in flour, egg, and apples.

Dean seemed to be having a good time with this. However, he was focused too. He was determined to make this the best freaking apple pie that Sammy had ever had even if his life depended on it and by the way things were going it looked like it would.

Bobby had to give Dean some credit. He was doing fairly well besides the mess he was making. He had to admit he wouldn't mind tasting this creation after all this was said and done. If it came out somewhat eatable he might leave Dean to do more cooking. That was a very big if though.

Dean smiled as he covered the apples with the pie cover. He couldn't believe it. He'd done this. All he needed to do now was put it in the over to bake. Bobby had all ready set it to the right temperature for him so it was ready to go. Dean placed it in.

"Great," Bobby encouraged. "Now, comes the best part."

"What's that?" Dean asked him with a grin.

"Cleaning up."

Thats when Dean groaned.

Dean cleans up quickly, both himself and the kitchen but keeps a steady eye on the timer at the same time. This was multitasking at its best baby. It came with being a hunter. When Dean was done, he smiled at Bobby and said: "Martha Stewart can so kiss my ass right now."

Bobby laughed as helped Dean get the pie out of the oven.

"What do ya think?" Dean asked.

"Well, it ain't burnt to a crisp. We'll take that a good sign."

"Hey," Dean warned him with a laugh. "Be nice Bobby or I won't let ya have any."

"And thats what I get fer helpin?" Bobby fussed playfully. "Fine, leave an old man to starve and fend for himself." Bobby gave a fake sadden sniff for effect.

"Don't worry, yer getting' a piece. I jest want Sammy to have first dips." Dean told him.

Bobby nodded with understanding. "I'll get the plates out. Why don't ya get yer brother?"

Dean was all ready half way up the stairs. The older Winchester didn't bother knocking. He just barged right on in.

"Knocking. Its called knocking." Sammy emphasized.

"Shut up!" Dean yanked his emo ass brother out of his room and down the stairs and into the kitchen making him skip a few steps in the process. All the while, Sam had his protests. Dean ignored him. So, Sammy justified if he fell and landed on top of Dean then it wouldn't be his fault.

"Whoa, it smells good in here!" Sam declared. "What's that-"

Yank.

Dean pulled him over to the table. Bobby had the plates, silver wear, and beer all ready. Dean pushed Sam into his chair. "You. Sit. Stay."

"Should I play dead?" Sammy questioned, annoyance rang out in his voice.

"Not funny dude," Dean warned him.

"What's going on in here?"

Bobby hated to do it but he gave Sam one hard of a whack on the head. "Ya idjit, be nice. Yer brother is actually trying to be."

"Ow, sorry!" Sammy apologized as he blocked his head with his hands from any further blows."How was suppose to know? No one is telling me whats going on!"

"Shut yer eyes." Dean said.

"Oh no, no way." Sam shook his head. He'd learned from previous encounters of the Dean Winchester Kind that if he asked you to shut your eyes only bad things would come out as a result.

Dean sighed with frustration. "And here I thought ya trusted me."

"I'll keep my eyes open." Sam told them.

"Fine, here." Dean cut him a fresh piece of apple pie.

Sam looked up at him. "What? I say drop it and you buy a whole pie?"

"I didn't buy it." Dean informed him with a smirk. "I cooked it. For you."

"You. Cooked it?" Sam questioned, amused at the mere thought. He turned to Bobby to see how much truth Dean was telling here. Bobby nodded and smiled. Holy shit. Dean cooked and survived and the kitchen too. Damn. Still, Sammy couldn't help himself: "It's not poisonous is it?"

"Gawd. No Sammy, it ain't poisonous. I just wanted to show that pie is a good thing." Dean explained. "I know ya didn't get any of mine, and mine probably won't come close to hers but dammit... Ah, forget it." Dean went to get Sam's plate to toss it.

Sam wouldn't let him take it anywhere. He grabbed his forearm, warning him not to even think about it. "You did this... For me?"

Dean put the plate back down. "Yeah," Then he took his seat beside his brother.

Sam felt like he was going to cry. It wasn't just that he did for him, it was the sentimental value that came along with it – mom. Dean just smiled at him and urged him with his eyes to try it, if not for him, then at least his sake.

Sam noticed that not even the pie was burnt. It looked like it came from one of those cooking magazines. Sammy was almost scared to eat it. Still, he poked at it with his fork before taken a bite of it. He closed his eyes and let out: "Oh. My. God."

Dean laughed: "Sammy likes it!"

Sam answered him soon enough by helping himself to another piece.

TBC...