Pie Day

Dean was very uncomfortable. In fact, he was on the verge of having a panic attack. He was in the Impala, in the passenger seat, and blindfolded. It was bad enough that he fallen for Jane's wily ways when she convinced him to let her drive, but being duped into the blindfold… he was a jackass. "Baby, when you said you wanted to, you know, do something new… this wasn't what I had in mind."

She glanced at him, smirking at the way his mouth turned down. She admitted it, she had played up to Dean's seriously overdone sex drive and then left him with a lovely case of the blues. "Darlin', hush and enjoy the ride. We're almost there."

"Darlin'?" He echoed, focusing on that one thing, trying not to imagine the horrible way she was driving. He didn't buy that crap about females being bad behind the wheel, he knew some chicks who could star in a real-life stunt movie, but Jane… she couldn't drive. "Your accent comes out when you say darlin', darling."

"Distracting yourself?"

"You have no idea, and if you swerve in my car, I'll divorce you."

"Hmm, that makes the idea all the more appealing…"

He slumped down in the seat, groaning. "Some wife…"

Jane just smiled.


"Can I take the bandanas off now?"

"Not yet… let me park…"

"Oh God, please, please, please, do not let her hit, bump, or scrape- OW! Focus on what you're doing woman and stop hitting me!"

"Shut up Dean or I won't let you out of this car."

"Shame." He snorted, drumming his fingers on his thigh impatiently.

She pocketed the keys once his beloved Impala was safely nestled between two Fords –he was going to have a fit-, and got out of the car. She hurried around to his side to let him out, grabbing his hand before he could remove the blue bandanas she had used. "Nuh uh, out first."

Letting out an exaggerated huff, Dean got out as well. Once vertical, he froze and inhaled deeply. "Something smells delicious." He rumbled, reaching out with both hands and smirked as he 'felt for her'. "My bad."

"Yeah, I bet." She let him grope her while she gave him back his vision, a bit pleased when he blinked a few times. "Dry eyes?"

"A bit…" He grinned down at her, taking another deep breath. "What smells so…" He was looking around now. "Good… Oh Janey…. You are the best."

His grin had turned into a full-fledged smile and Jane was slightly taken aback by just how… well, handsome… he really was. When he wasn't fighting something that technically didn't exist in the 'real' world, or being a cocky ass, or hitting on some other woman –something he hadn't done since Casey-, just how good looking he was tended to startle her. It also made her wonder why the hell he was still… well, with her.

"You like?" She shook away the negativity and plastered a smile on her lips. At his eager nod, she couldn't help but laugh. Linking her arm through his, she led the way towards the entrance to the Pie Day festival.

Dean had announced that they needed some downtime, which Sam had eagerly agreed to –research mode to break the deal-, and she hadn't wanted to stay cooped up at Bobby's. Then she had come across the Pie Day thing online. Dean loved pie, this was right up his alley.

She had announced they were going on a trip and gave him the directions. Once near the destination, she had pulled her kink stunt and now… here they were.

By the time they reached the entrance to the festival, Dean was leading the way, his nose leading him.


"Try this, sweetheart, you've gotta."

Jane groaned at the fork being waved under her nose. It smelled delicious but she was full. There wasn't one thing she had eaten today that was healthy, not a single one. Pie for lunch, pie for a snack, pie for afternoon tea, elevensies… she felt like a Hobbit. "I don't think I can, not without popping the button of my waistband."

He eyeballed her jeans. "Now that you mention it, your ass is looking a bit… fuller."

"You want punched, bub?"

"No ma'am." He finished the pie by himself, eyes sparkling with humor.

Jane waited patiently for him to finish. She was glad he had an addiction to the stuff, because she was officially swearing pies off for the next twenty years. There had been fruit pies: apple, pumpkin, apple rhubarb, blackberry, cherry, blueberry, hybrids and others. Cream pies. Double crust pies. Single crust pies. Chocolate pie. Banana pie. A pie she was pretty sure had been made by Sara Lee. Too much pie.

"Much better." Dean sighed contentedly, throwing away what had to be his hundredth plastic plate and fork. "What next?" He asked, brushing crumbs off his shirt.

"Whatever you want."

"Anything I want?"

"That is legal to do in broad daylight." She amended.

He pouted for a moment, then he reached for her hand, threading their fingers together. "Let's just walk for a bit. I think I need to walk off a potential food-coma."

That was agreeable, and nice. For a little while, they could pretend that they were just a regular couple living a normal, boring life.


"Do you want one of those?" Dean wasn't surprised in the least when Jane started. They had stopped to browse a stall and she had gotten bored –car collectibles were not her thing- and stared off. He had eventually noticed she was having issues even pretending to be interested and wanted to know what had gotten so good and distracted. It had been some small kids running circles around each other. She had just been staring, a thoughtful look on her face, and his stomach had given a bit of a lurch.

"One of what?" She finally asked, tearing her gaze from the kids in order to peer up at him.

"Rug rats."

"You're joking right?"

Dean didn't know how to respond to that. If he said yes, she might get pissy and assume he didn't want any. If he said no, she might get pissy and assume he did. He had never given it any thought before and given that he had less than a year left, he wasn't about to start now. "Uh… maybe?"

"Uh, try, no?" She was giving him a look that indicated she thought he was insane for even asking. "Dean, you're going to die in less than a year for one. Two, I've seen what is out there; why in the blue hell would I bring children into the picture? I'm married to a marked man, and I've gone and gotten myself marked as well. Having kids would just be begging for trouble."

"You don't need me to have kids, sweetheart. You could have them once… after…" He had walked himself into awkward and cleared his throat. "You know."

"Sorry Dean, but there's one little problem with that."

"What's that?"

"You've ruined me for other men."

Dean didn't quite know what to say to that. It was one thing for him to tease her about being ruined for women, but they were married, even if the circumstances surrounding the marriage were totally jacked. Being married just meant no sleeping around -at least not when he had her to go crawl in bed with. Outside of what could have been a nuclear scenario with Casey, he figured he'd done pretty good by those drunken marriage vows he had made.

He knew he cared for Jane, that much was obvious. He had never wanted to really stick around any woman this long. Hell, even Cassie hadn't come close to whatever it was he felt for Jane, and he had really really cared for Cass. He knew that on some level she cared for him, and she sure did have herself a mile wide jealous streak, and she had shown him her hurt. Which bugged him, since he had been the cause of that hurt.

But they had an understanding. This marriage was only until he kicked the bucket, so to speak, and then she'd be a widow. Hopefully, she'd be a safe widow. There would be no reason for the demons to hunt her down anymore, and hopefully, no one from the FBI or any other law enforcement agency would look her up. There just wouldn't be any reason too. He was going to have to make sure he had stuff in place for her when he was gone. Just in case.

"Dean, you're spacing out now."

He snapped out of his thoughts and blinked, staring down intently at her. She was wearing what he figured was her favorite shade of lipstick, a pink glossy color, she never wore any other. Those pink, glossy lips were curved upwards into a patient smile, as if she knew he was sorting himself, and he blinked again. The woman knew him on some messed up level that he didn't even understand. "I'm fine." It came out in a tone rougher than his usual and he made himself smile to lessen any possible impact the tone might have had. "Just thinking, sweetheart."

"Well quit it, this is supposed to be a fun, stress-free outing." Jane admonished, her gray eyes studying his intently, as if she knew he needed pulled back to the surface of superficial thought. "Why don't we go to the pie judging contest? You can add your two cents."

He nodded, that sounded great, it sounded like a lot less work than sorting himself out. "Hell yeah, that last berry pie has my vote."

She took his hand and squeezed gently. "Lead the way."