I jump off the couch with the blanket and go into the kitchen, ditching the blanket, and taking the ingredients out to prepare dinner. I probably startled him with such a reaction to just the time.
"Need help with anything?" he leans by the door frame.
"Grill?" he nods and leaves the room, grabs his jacket and out the back entrance to come back in 10 minutes later.
"All set up, anything else?" he puts his hands in his pockets.
"No, it's fine, could you get Sam please?" I grab the meats out of the fridge.
Seasoning the hamburger meat first and then the ribs.
"You needed me?" Sam comes into the room.
"Yeah, unless you have more pressing matters to tend to." I look up from the meat in my hands.
"Nothing at all." he replies.
"Good, think you could give me a hand and dice the tomatoes and the onions, chop the lettuce and mince the cilantro?" I hand him the knife he'd need.
"No problem." he gets to work. I take the seasoned meat out to the grill master and kiss his cheek.
"Thanks." I whisper before going back in.
Taking out the berries, the flour, butter, eggs, sugar, and powdered sugar. Going ahead and making the crust for the pie, a thought occurs- pie pan. I felt like I could die. I rummage through the pantries, I was met with the last one, my heart sank at the thought of not having pie for dessert. There it lays, in it's dusty glory, the pie stand with the pan where they belong, on each tier. I take it out and wash them thoroughly before putting anything in it.
Making the dough mix was easy at first, then kneading it was the hard part. I'm not really what anyone would call strong, but I can hold my own, my upper body strength was lacking and Sam noticed.
"How's I wash up and kneed that for you?" he chuckled at my struggle.
"Sure, thanks, moose." I tap his behind with the palm of my hand like my team mates and I did on the field when I was still attending school.
"Woah" he moves to the side and I start with the filling.
"Too far?" I look up at him.
"Just a bit, for me. I don't think Dean would mind." he laughed.
"He does seem like the type." I add onto the joke.
"Yeah, he seems tough on the outside, but I bet he's real sub with a girl." Sam continues to bash his brother.
"Now, that's uncalled for." The man in question walks through the kitchen.
"To think we were alone and enjoying a funny conversation." I hip bump Sam.
"So what'd you need?" moose looks to his older brother.
"No more blows to his ego, I'd say." mumbled beneath my breath, but I was wrong. He heard me.
"Know what? I could show you, but then you wouldn't look me in the eyes afterward." His voice got husky and heavy, his warmth breath on my ear, sending chills down my spine.
"Keep it going and I might diminish what ego you have left, Winchester." I elbow him off me.
"This looks good" he goes to dip a finger in the filling being made.
The handle of the knife finds its way into my palm, pointing it towards his finger, I press it slightly against his skin.
"If you want to keep your hand I suggest you move away and grill." I keep the knife there and look him dead in the eye.
"Dean, do it. She doesn't look like she's playing." Sam whisper shouts at his brother.
He scoffs and leaves to man the grill. His shoulders make him look like he is brooding, but what was done is necessary, good pie comes from no such tomfoolery, it comes from making it with love and patience, that was what mom would say when baking anything.
"Was I too harsh?" contemplating and choosing my next words very carefully.
"Nah, he's just like that because it's pie filling. He told me a story when I was a kid about why he loves pie. See, Dean was a kid when I was born and when mom died. Whenever she'd make pie, Dean would always be around the kitchen. He says, that when mom was making the filling he'd always dip his finger in to tell her if it was too sweet or too sour. Mom would then pat his head and tell him to sit or do something while she poured the filling into the crust covered pan, covering the filling with a checkered layering instead of the normal layering. When the bowl with the filling was left to clean, Mom'd let Dean lick it clean before actually washing it. To him it was like a tradition, I guess he's upset that he can't do that anymore." The younger Winchester reveals.
My heart sinks. Guilt swells.
I'm such an idiot.
Taking a small bit of the filling out and putting it in a cup, slipping on Sam's hoodie and going out to see him sat by the grill, upset. He looks up to see me and his face changes, it softens when I extend my hand out to him. He dips a finger in and brings it to his lips.
"Perfect" his voice a hush tone.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." I hug him tightly and whisper in his ear.
"It's okay, Its a habbit that started-" he began.
"No need. I know." I kiss his forehead and go back into the kitchen.
After all this, the food is ready, dessert is almost ready and drinks are poured.
"Boys, lets sit and enjoy this meal. I hope you like it. Done with help from the boys I'm trying to thank." I sit next to Sam and across from Uncle Bobby.
A delicious meal later, dishes are done, grill is washed, pie and beer in the library. I take out my phone and see that it's only 6pm. Tempted to call Jordan and unsure, the call is made any way. I walk towards the spot I was at in the morning for my cig.
"Hi?" he sounded unsure of himself.
"Aloha Cowboy." I smile to myself, I was smooth.
"Howdy ma'am. To who do I owe the pleasure of having such a lovely phone call from?" a southern accent rings out, shoot I forgot to drop my name.
"Lost girl." I reply carefully thinking it over.
"So, what is your name mystery girl?" his voice velvety smooth this time.
"Avalon, but please call me Ava." insisting on my nickname.
"Avalon. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." I could almost see his smirk through his words.
"So, Jordan. I was thinking. How's a nice outing to Falls Park?" offering the idea.
"Sounds nice. When?" imagining it already, the idea of him on a picnic...with me...grrrreat.
"Tomorrow. When do you get off?" checking with his schedule.
"1 pm, I'll meet you at the park. I drive a black 80' dodge charger." all I could do was smile.
"See you then." I hung up coolly.
Being a girl and squealing after the phone call, I do my end zone dance, until I am abruptly startled by a deep sound.
"Date? hmm." his voice resonating in his chest.
Damn it!