DeanxReader:Pie tells the truth

Dean stomped into the bunker angrily.

"This asshole right in front of me took the last homemade apple pie!" he yelled, arms laden with plastic bags full of food.

"Deeean, it's okay. I'll make you an apple pie. "you said, trying to soothe Dean. You took some of the bags and hustled off to the kitchen. You needed to hurry if you wanted to cook dinner and dessert.

"You're the best, Y/N," said Dean, trooping in. He seemed much happier after you promised him a fresh baked apple pie. And he knew you were very good at baking.

"No need to thank me, "you said,waving your hand. You did sort of want him to thank you,but it was the courteous thing to say.

~dinner~

Sam looked at you staring at Dean chomping down his peppered chicken. You realised you were beginning to swoon, snapping your head up quick. You could have sworn you saw Sam smirk...

It was amazing what you could do with proper motivation. You had prepared pepper chicken, leafy rocket and lettuce salad with vinaigrette oil, and a huge apple pie that beat any store's by far.

After all, they did say that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach.

"So, Y/N! Anything to tell us? "asked Sam, sneakily. It was then you realised Sam knew..

You had gone back to staring at Dean, nearly swooning again, suddenly hearing Sam's voice.

" u-uh no. I haven't found out what is attacking the Everett family yet." you stuttered, carefully. Sam squinted.

You headed into the kitchen quickly before Dean could see your pinky face, making the excuse that you were getting the apple pie. You quickly swirled some whipped cream on top of the pie and brought out the platter.

"Y/N! You have outdone yourself! "whooped Dean, throwing his hands up in the air. The minute you set the plate down, you could see his hands reaching towards it. However, he suddenly hesitated.

"Y/N, do you want the first slice? He asked. Sam's eyes widened.

"Yeah," you replied, stunned. You quickly cut a slice and pulled it onto your plate.

~later~

"Dude, what? You actually let someone take pie before you! Dad told me that you wouldn't even let Mom have the first slice. "said Sam, walking back to his room.

"She's Y/N. She baked the pie." stated Dean, shrugging.

"Mom made the pies."said Sam, grinning. He could see Dean start to redden.

"Yeah... So... I have to go... "stuttered Dean. He started walking faster when Sam grabbed the back of his green plaid shirt.

"Yeah right Dean. Tell the truth or I show Y/N this picture. He held up his phone showing a picture of a shirtless, obviously drunk, red Dean wearing a cowboy hat. Dean's expression contorted.

"Fine, fine. I love her, okay! I've loved her since I first met her on that changeling hunt that she polished off all on her own before we even got out of the Impala. I don't think she likes me back, Sam. Don't you dare tell her." he grunted.

Your eyes widened. Dean liked you back? He did! They didn't realise you were listening from the kitchen, quietly tiptoeing behind them.

"I could say otherwise, "said Sam, whistling and speeding back to his room. Dean ran forward and leaped on Sam's back.

"Sam!" he yelled. "What?" Sam was now grinning like an idiot.

"Well, I have a strong suspicion she has a crush on you. For one, she stares at you and blushes, she refused to even just make me a salad when I asked and she made you a freaking pie,and well, I see that chemistry."listed Sam, shaking Dean off his shoulders. You became tomato red, now that Dean knew about your apparent crush on him.

"We'll see tomorrow. "said Dean lightly. However, he seemed brighter.

"Why wait? She's right here." said Sam. You jumped, attempting to run off to your room. However, Sam caught the collar of your khaki jacket.

"Not so fast, eavesdropper. " smirked Sam. You pouted, crossing your arms. He turned you around to face Dean, then he walked away.

Your arms were swinging, Dean teetering on the balls of his feet.

"So you know, huh?" asked Dean. The two of you were pretty damn red.

"y-yeah... "you stuttered."And you do too."

"Look, it's okay if you turn me down, Y/N. I've known for forever that you would never like me and that Sam's suspicions are wron-"

Your lips smashed against his, the two of you melting into each other. Your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Does that answer you, Dean? "you asked, smirking.

He didn't reply, simply grinning and pulling you into his bedroom., locking the door.