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A/N: First off thank Amarintha! She's a great beta, huh? Also thanks to everyone who reviewed! Made my day with the reviews. On with the story?
"Dean?" Mary asked, squatting down next to her three year old son, "Do you know what day it is?"
Dean's face crumpled up, trying to think, "Thursday?"
"Yep. And what is Thursday?"
"Pie day!" The small boy squealed in delight. Pie had soon become a staple in the Winchester household with Mary baking one once a week. She couldn't deprive her son of the one thing he seemed to enjoy the most. It made him so happy, and he shared it. He wouldn't want to eat any of it before his parents got some. Mary had been taken aback the first time Dean made sure both she and John had their pie. Children at that age usually do not want to share at all and here Dean was sacrificing his beloved pie for those around him. He always wanted to make sure they got as much as they wanted; even if they had wanted to eat the whole pie. Of course they never took the whole pie.
"What kind of pie do you want today?" Mary asked.
Scrunching up his little face, freckles moving as he did so, Dean replied, "Apple!"
Smile tugging her at lips she nodded, "That sounds perfect. We'll have to go to the store and pick up some more apples though."
Dean giggled, he loved going to the store with his mom. He quickly ran over to his coat and tugged it on, "Momma, your coat too!" He told her, eyeing her bulging stomach, "Keep 'im warm."
Mary smiled and nodded, "Yes, we've got to keep the baby warm too." She gently took Dean's hand after putting on her own jacket. Stepping outside she used her free hand to pull her jacket closer to her body, the wind was chilly on this particular autumn day. Smiling down at her boy she noticed he had copied her move, pulling his coat closer as well.
Making sure Dean was secure in the car she set out towards the local grocery store. It was a short drive, on nice summer days they would walk there. Glancing into her review mirror, Mary saw Dean's eyes half-mast. Pulling into a parking spot she got out and nudged her boy. His eyes flew open, "Momma!"
"Hey, Dean." She said getting him out of the car, "Ready to go get some apples?"
A small yawn escaped the boy's lips, "Yeah." Taking her hand they made their way through the store. Dean rubbed his nose with a small fist as they made it to the apples, "Can we buy green ones?"
Mary smiled, "Of course, kiddo." She grabbed a sack and handed it to Dean, "Hold it steady."
Nodding, he changed his stance so that he could hold the sack which was soon to be full of apples, better. He counted them as they went into the sack, getting Mary to smile down at him.
"Ready?" She asked, tying a knot in the bag and handing it back to her son.
Dean nodded, holding the sack up off the ground. They made their way to the check out lane in which Dean promptly handed the sack to Mary and then hid behind her legs.
The check out girl smiled down at Dean, "He sure is cute."
Nodding Mary got her money out, "Thank you. He is sometimes shy around strangers, though."
"I understand. My niece is the same way," She rang up the fruit and waved goodbye to Dean as they made their way back to the car.
"Ready to make some pie?" Mary asked as they drove home, to which Dean started humming and once in a while singing his 'pie song'.
Once home Dean pushed a chair to the counter and stood on the seat, so that he could easily access the ingredients for the apple pie. He watched as his mom peeled and cut the apples putting the slices into a bowel. Dean's job was to put the spices into the bowl with the apples as Mary got the pie crust ready. Munching happily on a slice of apple he sneaked out of the bowl he watched as Mary poured the apples into the pie crust. Dean put down his apple and dipped his hands in the flour so that he could pinch the top and bottom pie crusts together. His tongue found it's way over his top lip as he concentrated on getting the crusts fit together just right. Then he got more flour on his hands as he pushed the edge of the crust into a pretty shape.
Dean liked the feel of the crust in his hands, being able to mold it. Looking up into Mary's eyes he felt as if he was doing a good job. As if he was the best at making the pretty shape with the edge of the crust. Trying to be very stealthy he put one of his hands back in the flour then he reached up and put his hand on Mary's cheek.
Giggling he watched as his mom cut the vents into the top of the pie, she turned and smiled to him as she put the pie in the oven, "Well, now we've only go to wait."
"Momma," Dean giggled.
"What is it? Did I forget something?" Mary asked, playing along with her boy.
Pointing at her check he said, "You're cheek."
Mary's hand went up to her cheek, "Oh. What do I have here? Is it by chance some flour in a shape of a little hand?"
Dean's forehead scrunched up, "My hand's not little!"
Mary put her hand on the flour on top of Dean's head, "Well, now you've got something on your head."
Giggling Dean brushed the top of his head.