Swinging on the front porch, swinging on the lawn
Swinging where we want, 'cause there ain't nobody home
Swinging to the left, and swinging to the right
I'll think about baseball, swing all night
Swinging in the living room, swinging in the kitchen
Most folks don't 'cause they're too busy bitching
Swinging in there 'cause she want me to feed her
So I mixed up the batter and she licked the beater

…

Swinging to the drums, swinging to guitar
Swinging to the bass in the back of my car
Ain't got money, ain't got no gas
But we'll get where we're going
If we swing real fast

…

(Swing it)
All night long
(Swing it)
Swinging the bathroom, swinging on the floor
Swinging so hard, forgot to lock the door

….

She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good, make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie
She's my cherry pie
Put a smile on your face ten miles wide
Looks so good, bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie, sweet cherry pie

Warrant – Cherry Pie

After drumming my fingers on the table started to get a little boring, I began absentmindedly playing with a napkin as I listened to Bobby and Dean bicker over the baseball game on TV in the living room. Sam sat next to me in the kitchen, his nose buried in a book, as per-usual. John was gone once again, on one of his solo hunting trips, which meant everything was pretty peaceful.

Dare I say...normal?

The timer went off, so I got up to take the pie I just baked out of the oven. It was cherry, one of Dean's favorites. I grabbed the oven mitts, carefully pulling the pie out, nodding appreciatively at the golden crust. I had to admit, I was a good cook.

As I turned around, away from the stove, I let out a small squeal when I saw Dean standing right behind me. "Don't do that! I almost dropped this."

"You better not." Dean said, leaning on the counter next to me.

"You should've known better. It was a risky move considering I'm carrying your baby." I smiled, seeing Sam glance up from his book, looking a bit confused until he realized I was talking about the pie – a grin spreading across his lips. I placed it down on the counter to cool, swatting Dean's hand away as he tried to peal off a piece of the crust. "Dean, it's hot."

"But it looks so good."

"You're gonna get burnt."

"That's life though, isn't it? The things you love always hurt you."

"Wow...that- that's deep, Dean." I chuckled, getting myself a glass of water. "Go away."

Dean shrugged, heading back into the living room. "Bring me some pie when it's cool!"

"No!" I shouted, shaking my head as I sat back down at the table next to Sam, leaning over towards him, keeping my voice low. "So any mail come for you lately? Anything in particular...from, say, a college maybe?"

"Not yet." Sam sighed, shaking his head. "I probably won't even get accepted to any of the places I applied."

"That's ridiculous, Sam. Of course you will."

"You have so much faith in me."

"How could I not? You're a genius." I smiled, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"I need pie..." Dean groaned loudly from the adjoining room. "Bring me pie..."

"Get off your ass and get it yourself! You have legs, Dean!"

"But I don't want to!"

I ignored him, looking back to Sam. "I'm sure you'll get a bunch of them eventually."

"I don't know. Maybe it's for the best that I don't."

"Why's that?"

"Because. Dad will be pissed. Dean will be pissed. Bobby probably would, too. You'd be the only one not mad at me."

"I think Bobby would understand right away. And John and Dean would come around, I think, if they knew how important it was to you."

"I don't know." Sam mumbled, the both of us stopping our conversation as we heard Dean's heavy footsteps approach the room. He glanced over at me, a small pout on his face as he headed over to the pie.

I rolled my eyes at him as he went. "Be careful it's probably still a little ho-"

"Ow!" Dean cried.

"Did you burn yourself?" I asked, turning around in my chair.

Dean quickly pulled his finger out of his mouth so I wouldn't see him trying to sooth his burn. "No."

"How bad is it?"

"It's not. I'm fine." Dean mumbled, bringing a slice over to the table on a plate, sitting across from me, taking a forkful of pie into his mouth.

"How is it?" I asked. Dean closed his eyes, a small moan coming from his throat. He didn't even answer, instead he just took another huge forkful of pie. "Hey, you want Sam and I to leave you two alone?"

Dean cracked an eye open, holding one finger up. "Give me a minute. It just gets better and better every time."

I smirked suggestively, staring into his eyes as just he was about to swallow another bite. "I'm glad you like eating my pie."

As what I said finally sank in, Dean started choking on the mouthful he was swallowing. I quickly got up to get him a glass of water as Sam looked up at me, his eyebrows raised in question. I handed Dean the glass, patting his back as he drank the entire thing.

"Thanks." Dean said, finally speaking after he could breathe again.

"No problem." I smiled, sitting back down next to Sam, who was watching me with a look that told me he thought something weird was going on. "What?"

"Nothing." Sam shrugged in response.

"I was just joking." I lied.

"Yeah."

"I know." Dean chimed in.

"Okay." I nodded, winking at him when Sam wasn't looking. Dean grinned at me as he took another bite of pie.

Not too long after dinner Sam had gone to bed, and I knew Bobby wasn't far behind. Dean and I were itching for some alone time, and I couldn't wait until we got it. Even though that was torture as there wasn't much we could…do.

The both of us wanted to finally do the deed, badly. But needless to say, we never got enough time together for that to happen. Instead we resorted to stolen kisses and small touches. The occasional mouth-love, as Dean called it to make me laugh whenever I was feeling down about the whole situation.

In my wildest dreams, I never imagined Dean and I actually being together. And I definitely never imagined how difficult it would've been to keep our relationship a secret, either. It was starting to become like a screwed up version of Mission: Impossible.

That made me think back to what Sam had said before, about John being pissed with him wanting to go to college. It was sad that we had to keep secrets from him. All Sam wanted to do was go to college. Dean and I were happy together.

I understood John's worries, but wouldn't he just want us to be happy?

And that led me to question what Sam would think about Dean and I. Would he even care? Would he think it was weird? And what about Bobby? Would he disprove of this just like John?

It was all these thoughts that usually made me question what Dean and I were really doing here, but then I'd look into his eyes and see everything I've ever wanted. And I'd think about how he was disobeying John, something he'd never do, just to be with me.

Then I'd think about how I strongly I actually felt for him. I didn't want to say those three words, even to myself. Because if I did, that would make the feeling real. And right now, it couldn't be that way.

But either way, I knew Dean cared about me. I believed him when he said he really wanted to do this. To be with me, to commit to us. I believed every word because I could tell when Dean was lying, and I saw nothing but sincerity in his eyes.

Yet again, I found myself thinking too far into the future. I had to stop and live in the moment so I could remember what we have while we have it, for however long that is. Who knows what would happen if John ever found out? We would have to end this, no doubt. Thinking about that honestly made me sad and I tried not to, but it was always lingering in the back of my mind.

Almost as if he knew I needed it, Dean glanced over at me, shooting me a small smile. I couldn't help but smile back, and in that instant all my worries were gone.

God, how does he do that?

Bobby let out a sigh, getting up from his chair. "You kids staying up for a while?"

"Yeah." I nodded, grabbing the remote off the coffee table, starting to flick around the channels.

"Alright. See you in the morning." Bobby muttered, making his way up the steps.

After he was out of sight, I moved a little closer to Dean on the couch, smiling up at him, waiting until I heard Bobby's footsteps retreat up the stairs, fading as he went into his room. As I fully leaned into Dean's side, he lifted my chin up, placing a kiss on my lips.

Before I knew it, the remote was on the ground, my back was on the couch and we were full-on making out. My hands ran though his hair as we kissed, moving down his back as his lower half rested between my legs. Dean started placing kisses down my neck, moving between my breasts until he got to my stomach, then going even lower.

"You know...I do love eating your pie." Dean murmured, staring up at me with a smirk. "My sweet cherry pie..."

"Oh, no. Quoting Warrant? What have I done?" I asked with a laugh. "I kind of like it."

"Me too." Dean paused, thinking about something for a moment. "Huh."

"What?"

"I think I'd like calling you that." Dean smiled. "Cherry Pie."

I smiled back. "I could get used to that."

Suddenly, footsteps sounded above us, moving towards the stairs and before I could blink, Dean sat upright, pulling me with him. I smoothed my hair back, bringing all of it over my left shoulder as I put some distance between us. Dean rested his arm on the back of the couch behind me, the two of us looking casual as ever.

Hopefully.

Sam appeared at the end of the stairs, squinting over at us in the dimly lit room. "You guys are still awake?"

"Yeah." I mumbled. "What are you doing up?"

"Just wanted to get some water."

Sam headed into the kitchen as I glanced over at Dean, who let out a sigh, staring at the wall with a blank expression, looking just as frustrated as I felt. I nudged his shoulder lightly, getting his attention. Dean looked over at me, shooting me a small smile as I let my eyes scan over his body, seeing the very obvious bulge in his pants.

"Dean?" I whispered

"What?" Dean asked, keeping his voice low.

I nodded down to his lap. "Boner."

"Oh, shit." Dean hissed quietly, pulling one of his legs up, resting his ankle on his knee, making sure to keep his arm across his lap to try and cover himself as best he could.

"How did you not know?" I asked quietly with a laugh. "That thing is huge."

Dean raised an eyebrow, glancing over at me with a cocky smirk. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah." I smiled, biting my lip.

The sound of the refrigerator slamming shut caught my attention, snapping me out of that lustful haze that I seemed to fall into so easily with Dean. We shared a look of resignation as Sam opened the doors leading from the kitchen to the living room, heading over to Bobby's chair. I rolled my eyes internally, wanting nothing more than to tell him to just go away and leave us alone.

But I couldn't do that.

"How late are you guys gonna stay up?" Sam asked, taking a sip of his water.

"Probably not much longer." I shrugged.

"What were you guys doing, anyway?"

"Watching TV."

"Oh. What were you watching?" Sam asked, glancing over at the television as an infomercial for some kind of mop appeared on screen, looking back to us with raised eyebrows.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Isn't it past your bedtime?"

"Dude, I'm seventeen. Are you trying to get rid of me or something?"

"Yeah, all the time."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

"Aren't you two just adorable. Well, I guess I'll head to bed." I sighed, shooting Dean an apologetic look. Sam was getting too leery, it was time for one of us to go.

"Alright." Dean nodded. I shot him a small smile, monumentally forgetting who else was in the room as I leaned in to kiss him. I stopped about an inch away from his face, realizing what I was doing when I saw his eyes bug out.

"Uh..." I scrambled, quickly kissing him on the cheek, pulling back, making my way over to Sam, rather awkwardly kissing him on the cheek as well. I smiled at the both of them as I stood upright. "I- I just- I love you guys."

"Right." Sam nodded, dragging out the word as he narrowed his eyes at me, clearly not buying it.

"Well, goodnight. See you in the morning." I smiled innocently, backing up towards the stairs.

I don't think I'd never gotten out of a room so fast.

Here's a little extra that I originally was going to put into the last chapter, but ultimately decided not to, obviously because I didn't think it flowed very well. Anyway, I just wanted to have this as a little reprieve, something lighthearted and sweet. God knows we're not getting that for a while with the next few chapters coming up.

Also, I remember someone from either the cast or crew of SPN saying how sometimes the writers wrote things and then a few seasons later either forgot or realized they didn't want it that way and had to kind of backtrack, even though that part of the story was already set in place.

That's how I feel right now lol

Originally, I didn't have Sam know about Tori and Dean when they first started their relationship. But I mean, come on, Sam's not stupid. He totally knew.

Anywoo *channeling Sheriff Donna here* thanks for reading and I hope you liked this little flashback chapter!

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