Cherry Pie (Dean Winchester x Hunter!Reader)

Living a life in the world where supernatural things happen on every corner wasn't always easy. No – to tell the truth it had been quite hard when you first discovered that your parents had been something called hunters. People hunting supernatural beings – witches, werewolves, demons, tricksters – when you first heard of it – it seemed so crazy – surreal. When your parents told you about the family business you thought they were crazy – laughing it off like you always had but then...

It was only when your beloved father died on a salt and burn gone wrong that you truly believed them. Realizing that you won't live the normal and standard apple pie life you had to train – hard. Believing that your life would depend on it one day you continued the family business until one day the Winchesters knocked on your door – FBI agents they had said. You didn't believe them. You knew that there had been a strange case of demon activity in town – so when the Winchesters asked you about your knowledge of the mysterious disappearance of Joanne Franks – well to put it simple... you kind of threw holy water in their faces. At first it was awkward. Sam not being very pleased that you had ruined those suits ( cursing to you that they had only borrowed them) – while Dean laughed like a maniac – joking about the probability of meeting another hunter while on a case in such a small and quiet little mountain village – yeah – it was truly awkward.

“Ms, we are agents of the FBI. This is Doctor Sam Reid and I am Mr. Dean Morgan“ Dean said – holding the fake badge into your face only to stuff it back into his breast pocket. He eyed you for a little to long for comfort until Sam finally said something.
„We'd like to discuss the disappearance of Ms Joanne Franks. We believe you knew her from High School“
You watched them. Inspecting every inch of them just by looking – just like your mother had taught you. Finally you nodded, holding the door open for the both of them while still watching them. Inwardly laughing at them you guide them to the living room. Dean letting his body plop to the couch – said object squeaking in agony at the sudden impact – he watched you while his brother starred at him with skepticism.
„I'd like to excuse Mr. Morgan. He's always feeling a little to comfortable...“ Sam said with an apologizing look. You however didn't mind. Shoulders shrugging you waited until Sam finally sat down beside his Partner. You smile.
„Coffee?“
„Oh yeah I'd like that – got some pie, maybe?“
„Again I'm so –“
„Sammy I'm just asking“
Watching them fight like brothers you finally furrow an eyebrow at them. Leaving them alone for a short while you finally return with two cups of coffee and a bottle of water.
„So – you want to talk about Joanne?“
The brothers stop fighting immediately – shifting their whole focus to you – only to be greeted by ice cold liquid.
„That... wasn't necessary. The suits are even expensive to rent you know... Could have just said something!“
„Sam – can you believe it? A hunter chick!“ You heard the smaller one of them giggle.
„So – no demons then...“
Awkward.


However with time you three grew very close. Sam and Dean always coming to you if they had the time between cases and you depending on them for information if you had been stuck on a case yourself. Growing closer with every minute spent in the library with one of them on the phone – they felt like family to you. Occasionally even spending a whole case with them in one of the dirty motels – or them in your house. A true and strange family you three were.

Dean sat on the worn out matrace with you on the other side – holding a pair of cards in your hands while Sam sat on the seat not far from the small kitchen. His Laptop on his knees the younger brother groaned in annoyance when he still couldn't find new information on the weird creature the three of you were hunting.

„Cut it Sammy – Can't you be annoyed in silence? I'm trying to win the fucking game here“
„Yeah – if that's what you call winning little Dean-y-wean-y“ you giggle, placing your cards on the bed while watching his face fall. Royal Flush!
„I hate you (y/n)“
„I love you too Dede“

Then Dean died. You knew that he had called for the crossroad demons – saving his beloved brother from death. You didn't blame him. No – if you had been in his place you probably had done the same – but still...

… It was hard. So hard. You missed Dean, dearly – Sam only calling you once every two month at best. Something was missing in your life. Praying to every god that you had known you wished for him to return one day. It was nearly one year later that the so called dead Dean Winchester finally knocked on your door – grinning like the dork he was – with an Angel and his brother by his side.

At first you didn't believe him – splashing him with every drop of holy water you had in your house and finally trying to slice him with the knife he had gifted you for Christmas, but when everything turned out human – you were so glad. Pushing him against your body – crying into his shoulder... you were so glad that he was finally alive again.

Meeting Castiel however – at first you thought the boys had been joking with you. Not believing in something like angels you had called them crazy but then... Castiel was – well – to put it simple; Not the brightest bean in the pot. While yes – he did knew a bunch of very important supernatural matter – the human part had lacked a lot. Him not knowing the taste of a grilled cheese sandwich – or how someone does brush his teeth...

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„Earth to (y/n)“
The voice of the oldest Winchester brother shook you out of your day dreaming. Blinking in confusion you look at him – questioning what the hell he wanted from you.
„Didn't want to interrupt your beautiful dream about me but we are at our destination you know – even got myself some pie – want a piece?“
When you didn't answer Dean simple shrug his shoulders – shifting his attention to the warm box on his lap.
„Doesn't matter. Would have eaten it all by myself anyways“

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Half an hour passes in which you simply had to watch Dean Winchester eating – no... making weirdly mouth love to the cherry pie. Him moaning every once in a while, while he stuffed another piece of the glorious food into his mouth – some people may had found it disgusting but then again – you weren't some people. It was fascinating watching the smaller Winchester devouring the crusted baked goodness with no care in the world. Some would have said erotic. When he had finally swallowed the last piece of pie he finally pulled the key out of the Chevrolet Impala.

„I think I'm going to give birth to the most beautiful creature in existence...“ He mumbles dreamily to himself. Giggling you furrow an eyebrow at him.
„Didn't know you can give birth to yourself“
„I like the way you think – But you are truly mistaking. I have to give birth to you if I'm going to get the most beautiful human as my child“
Winking at you when he finished he finally got out of his car – slamming the door of his baby carefully.

„Now where is the weird Becky chick again, Sammy?“


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Standing in the middle of what you would call a temple of freakishness you stare at the young woman in the middle. She smiles happily – every once in a while starring at Sam out of the corner of her eyes – blushing madly and then looking away again. It's only when she notices you beside Dean that she starts squealing.

“Oh mah god” She literally screams in your face – always taking a small pause for every word. It feels awkward and you look to Dean for help but the Winchester is as uncomfortable as you. And then you feel the arms of that weird girl around your body and you freeze. Gulping slowly you – again – look to Dean for help.

“Crazy chick!” Dean starts, dragging Becky away from you and shaking his head. “Might you want to enlighten us why you're so crazy about (y/n)? I get it she is hot –  I mean...” He trails of – Moving his hands up and down while gesturing to you. “'ya know what I mean, yeah?”
Becky however giggles. “Oh my god – you both are my otp! I can't believe she exists! When you guys showed up here last time I thought she was non existent! But look at her! Oh mah god!”

“Your... what?” you say – confused.
“My OTP – my one true pairing! You guys are so canon it's unbelievable! Wait! I'll show you”
Becky rushes to her Laptop. Watching her type in weird shortcut's that she explains had to be your 'shipping-name' – according to her a name based on both of your surnames – you watch in wonder when thousands of different pieces of Art and Stories pop up. She clicks on one – a very beautifully drawn art of someone resembling Dean with a fork full of pie in his hand while feeding it to – wait... was that you?

“I should probably not tell you this but...” Her voice grows quiet. Watching the Winchesters shortly – she finally shifts her gaze to you again. When she speaks again she whispers.
“You guys have the hottest sex scenes in the books”

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Three days passed. Three fucking days in which you hadn't spoken to any of the Winchester's – Castiel included. Ignoring most of the calls from them you actually browsed the weird page Becky had visited with you. Tumblr was one of the sites you had discovered shortly after. Starring at the pictures and stories (some of them even rated not save for work) you started to wonder – How would it happen?

Maybe Chuck had been wrong – maybe he had just wrote something to distract the readers from the whole demon army is going to destroy the world plot. Maybe Chuck was wrong – maybe not.

Finally closing your web browser you let your body fall against the cushions. Becky shouldn't have told you, you silently think to yourself. Biting your lip nervously you finally get your mobile phone. Just seconds later it's vibrating. Recognizing the number as one of Dean's you sigh lowly.

“Yeah?”
“Damn (y/n)! I thought something had happened! Jesus Christ!” You can hear Castiel in the back – saying something about not cursing with the son of god's name on the lips. You giggle.
“Stop laughing! I was scared you know? You are an idiot! Stop being so careless – what did Becky even say to you? You've not even once answered my calls since we got back from her!”
“'m sorry Dean” stopping for a moment you finally get up from the comfort of your pillows. “I wasn't feeling well – just... Let me make it up to you? I have apple pie...”
“Say no more – Just open the door!”

Opening the door to your home you see Dean standing in front of you. His face lighting up as soon as he sees you.
“Idiot”, he mumbles – hugging you to his body, placing one of his hand against the back for your head – pressing you face first against his chest in the process. You don't complain – frankly you actually close your eyes – letting yourself relax.

“Never do something like that again – you just don't know how scared I was, okay? I – I – “ struggling to find the correct words Dean finally let's go of you. Seconds later pressing his hands to your check – starring into your eyes. “I... love... y...“
His breathing hitches for a second until you realize that the great Dean Winchester is blushing.

“Your pie! I love your pie.”

Letting go of you within seconds of finishing his sentence he scratches the back of his neck. You smile whilst shaking your head. Dean Winchester was blushing – madly.

“Well – you know what” Finally gathering enough courage you grab the collar of his shirt – forcing him to bow down in the process. “I love you”

Your soft lips meet the dry ones of Dean Winchester for the first time. It feels magical – beautiful. He tastes of cherry pie, coffee and something you can't really wrap your fingers around. Breaking the kiss just as fast as you had started it you look at him – and he looks at you.

“Yeah”
“Yeah, what?”
“I love pie” He grins – placing a kiss at your temple. “and you – my cherry pie”

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“So, that weird chick told me about those weird sex scenes”
You blush – not even looking at Dean while he speaks.
“Wanna try some of them?”

… Maybe Chuck was right after all – maybe.