I wake up and Dean is not in bed, as usual. I walk to the kitchen where I assume he will be and find him there. I smile at him stuffing his face with cereal.
"Want some?" He speaks with his mouth full.
"Sure!" I go over and grab a bowl. He pours me the cereal and when he goes to poor the milk I stop him. He raises his eyebrows. "I don't like milk with my cereal" I explain simply.
"What!" His mouth gapes open and he scoops another spoonful in there. "Who doesn't like cereal with milk? That's absurd." He asks with food in his mouth.
I shrug and put a spoonful of dry cereal into my mouth. "One of the many things you don't know about me."
"Lucky that's not a deal breaker. What else you got?" He asks
"You go first!" I scoop another bite in.
"Well since we're on the topic of food, I have to know, please tell me you eat pie!" He looks at me sideways.
"Yuck. I hate pie!" I confess to him. His puts his hand over his heart like he's just been shot. "BUT I do make them, and I'm pretty darn good at it!" I finish.
"How do you not eat pie but can cook em?" He asks
"I'm the child of a NYC Wasp. I'm suppose to be a housewife. I can cook anything!" I explain to him.
"WASP?" He asks smiling
I don't want to get into that now so I say, "A story for another time. Let's stick to food right now."
"How come you've never cooked me one of these amazing meals?" He slurps the milk from his bowl.
"I cooked that one meal, awhile back" I say reminding him of the night we told Sam and Castiel we are expecting.
"Well why don't you cook just for me tonight?" He asks innocently. "With pie!" He adds in before I commit.
"Sure. That'd be fun." I say. He rubs my back as he passes by and I sit there wondering what to make.
Hours later and a big mess in the kitchen, I call Dean in for dinner. He walks in moments after I call
"What have we here?" He walks in licking his lips. He takes a seat at his normal spot and I stand behind him explaining everything I made.
"Okay so we will start with a crispy Orka salad" I point out its location. He gives me a look "or I will start off with the salad" I chuckle. "Dinner, I made bacon-wrapped pork tenderloin with a mushroom barley and celery root slaw. Finally for dessert I made Apple pie. With ice cream!" He looks up to me and smiles.
"This looks delicious H." He stands up slightly and gives me a peck.
"I'll warn you now. I had to get store bought crust! There wasn't enough time to make my own." I warn him "it'd be even better if it was home made" I beam.
"It'll be great. I know it" he says stabbing a pork loin onto his plate. He fills his plate with meat and sides and digs in. I watch him take a bite and smile. I dish some salad onto my plate and eat along with him.
"Can I tell you something?" I look at him sideways admiring the freckles on his face. There so perfectly placed.
"Of course, anything" he says with his mouth full. I sigh and try to think of the words to say. It's silent longer then I would like and Dean must've noticed it as well because he speaks up "what's it about?" He puts his fork down finishing a bite of food.
"My life in manhattan." I say sternly. His eyes stay the same, waiting for me to speak. "I said earlier that I was suppose to be a Wasp. A woman of high class. My family, their very wealthy. In fact, their wealthy enough that I never actually had a family. I'm the only child and my parents were never around. I was raised by nannies. Multiple nannies."
"Why'd you leave?" He asks picking his fork back up but eating slower, listening.
"We got in this fight. I was engaged to a very prominent man in the stock market. He was a nice enough guy. But I just didn't love him enough to spend my life with him. My parents didn't understand. How could they? They didn't actually know me." He hums in understanding. "I told them I was going to call off the engagement. I told them I wanted to be more than a house wife, I wanted to do something important." I take a bite of food and chew it quickly. "They said if I do break off the engagement then I should just leave, because they wouldn't support me anymore. So that's exactly what I did." I finish saying.
"Is that how you wound up in Kansas?" He asks. I nod my head. "Well, I'd say I'm sorry about all of that, but I'm not. Or we wouldn't be here right now" he smiles at me, his eyes shining.
"I don't regret a thing" I smile back.
"Do you miss your parents?" He asks
"No. Like I said. They weren't really family. Besides giving birth to me, they were always too busy with work, fashion, travel or whatever it was to actually be parents." He nods.
"You and Sam are pretty close, has it always been like that?" I ask him. I stand up to serve the pie.
He shakes his head "we've had plenty of off days, months, and even years." He says.
"And your parents?" I ask. His eyes drop down to his plate. "I'm sorry. You don't have to explain." I rub my hand across his back and leave the room to grab the ice cream.
"I don't mind sharing it with you, but it's a long story." He says as I walk back into the room.
"Why don't we enjoy dessert and if your up for it, you can tell me after" I smirk. He smiles back and I scoop ice cream onto his plate.
He takes a bite and moans in enjoyment. "This.." He points down to the dessert with his fork "is perfect. My girl can bake" he takes another bite.
I blush. His girl. Sometimes it still doesn't feel like we're dating. Maybe because we never actually talked about it and it all just sort of happened once we found out about the baby. After dessert I put the dishes into the sink and go into the room with Dean. He leans against the headboard and I sit on the edge of the bed by his knees with my feet tucked under neath me. He slowly begins. "My mom, she died when I was 4. She burned in a fire.." I nod my head "on the ceiling." He adds. My eyes widen in confusion. He continues his story before I could ask. "Then I was in hell. When I got back.." He tried to continue.
"What?" I interrupt him.
"I was in hell" he reiterates
"Literally or figuratively?" I question.
"Literally" he whispers back. I stand up shocked, not knowing that bit of information.
"Hell? You.. You were in hell. What?" I push further sitting back down. He looks at me intently.
"Are you sure you want to hear all of this?" He looks again. I nod my head. "I was, I was a wreck. I was a monster" he looks away from me. He continues on. He finally stops telling his story and we sit in silence. Minutes pass and I suddenly become aware again when I hear him take a deep breath.
"Dean" I say speechless. I look to him and tears are rolling down his face. I grab his hands.
"I'm an awful person, I'm.. I'm not even a person anymore" he whispers "I've never actually thought about everything I've done all together." His eyes are fixed into the distance, reflecting on his past.
I inch closer to him "yes, you are" I pull his eyes up so they are looking into mine "you are amazing. You save people!" He shakes his head disagreeing with me. "Without you, where would this world be? From what I heard, it would be obsolete" he doesn't respond. "You and your brother, you save people, you heal them. You saved- you saved the world" I stop. He still doesn't respond. I pull his eyes back to mine as I inch close to him "you saved me" I add. He sighs a little bit and I see the tension release just a little from his arms. They quickly tighten again.
"There's so much more Hayden. I've done so many things" he searches me, searching for something.
"I don't care. You're the man I know now. It all made you this man" I affirm him. He looks up to me and puts on a fake smile.
"Don't do that" I mumble to him.
"What?" He asks
"Pretend with me." I call him out. He looks at me blankly. "I know you, Dean." I state "I might not know your past, but I know you now. You're putting on this front, you want me to forget the vulnerability you just showed, but I won't." I assure him. He leans in and kisses me.
He pulls away shortly after "promise me you won't stop doing that?" He asks me.
"What?" I ask not sure of what he means.
"Calling me out on my shit. Don't stop that. I need it" he opens his smile showing me his teeth again. I smile back.
I laugh "I won't stop, for as long as you want me around, I won't stop."
He moves slowly to my neck while looking me in the eyes. Making my stomach quiver. He lowers his eyes when it becomes hard to see mine and he moves the hair away from it. He kisses above my collarbone gently then moves back up to see me "and now it's my turn to tell you, don't do that" he addsz
"What" I ask again, wanting to know what he means.
"Act like I'm going to throw you away. Because I won't." He smirks. "You're my girl." He says again. I lean in and kiss him passionately as we fall to the bed to make love.
