Author: Kat Lee
Challenge/Prompt: spn_bigpretzel DEW: Dean + Baby + Pie
Word Count: 336
Date Written: 18 March 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Kripke, not the author, and are used without permission.
My Dean is many things. He’s sweet. He’s handsome and brave. He’s the best big brother anyone, human or not, could ever want for. But one thing he isn’t known for, which one of only a million or so reasons why I love him, is that he is also silly. Take, for instance, the fact that he often fusses at Sammy for making me messy and won’t let his little brother eat anything sticky or runny while sitting in me -- and then he himself makes me messy, as he’s about to do now.
We’re on the road yet again to go save Sammy from yet another monster, but when we drove by this diner, Dean clearly had a memory. He slammed on my brakes, murmuring an apology, did a 360, and ran into that diner. Now he’s coming running again, but loaded down with pie. I vaguely remembering stopping here before, but he clearly does -- and he does so love his pie.
He throws a couple of bags into my backseat as he slides behind my wheel. I’d keep him there always if I could. He left my engine running, and he’s already taking us off as he digs into his bag. I wish I could smell. I wish I could taste. From the way Dean moans about that pie, it must be delicious.
He smears blueberries on my steering wheel in his rush to devour his snack, but then after he licks his fingers clean, he starts dabbing at the traces left behind on my wheel and in my seat and continues to lick them from his fingers. My motor revs, and it’s suddenly not all about going after Sammy. Oh, yeah, I love my Dean, and I love him just the way he is, sticky, silly, sweet, and, in his own way -- I’m sure --, delicious. I may not be able to taste, but he fills every sense I do have, and trust me, honey, there’s nothing more delicious than my Dean and his pie.