making a pie for dean

Dean and Cas going to a supermarket, because there is nothing better than domestic Destiel. Dean and Cas doing races in shopping carts down the aisles, Dean reaching for Cas’s trenchcoat to stop him every time he sees something he knows he will like and also to take him away from the free samples girl who is being too nice with the angel. Cas using his charm to get Dean to buy two more jars of ice cream. Dean getting things to make a special dinner and for a pie too.
Castiel and Dean buying groceries in a supermarket.


Hey, I was a bored kid, and Dean actually played along.

…. For the first twenty pies, anyway.

Dating Dean Would Include...

Helllo everyone I hope you are all having a nice day :)

* Cute neck kisses

*When he leaves on hunting trips, him making sure you have everything you need to defend yourself

* “Are you sure youll be okay”

* “I’ll be fine Dean.”

* “If you need anything, call me sweetheart.”

* “I will.”

* “And if you cant reach me, call Sammy or pray to Cas.”

* “ Dean honey, weve been over this every hunt.”

* Late night car rides when you or him cannot sleep.

* When something is bothering one of you, neither have to say anything, you just know how to comfort each other.

* Late night talks about what life would be like if he wasn’t a hunter.

* Sweet romantic sex

*hugs from behind

* learning how to make pie because Dean loves your baking the most

*Being close to Sammy and him treating you like his own sister.

* Being close to Cas and you showing him how to do domestic human things

* “You think I’m hot right?”

* “Smokin.”

* “Even more so than the ‘Busty Asian Beauties’?”

* “Oh yeah.”

*spooning in bed with Dean being the big spoon because even sleeping he wants to protect you.

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Sam // Cas

Christmas Cookies

(Dean x Reader)

christmas special number 6 (candy)

@nekodemon73 @miss-harley-kitty

Dean couldn’t help but notice the smell that was settling into the whole bunker. He was exhausted and ready to sleep, yet the sweet fragrance drew him towards the kitchen.  

“Are you making pie?” Dean asks after watching you for a while, quietly humming an ACDC song that had been stuck in your head all day, thanks to Dean.  

You jump at his voice, almost dropping your spoon and throwing your dough to the ground.  


“Yes?” He smiles, leaning against the doorframe as if he hadn’t just scared you half to death.  

You absolutely hated it when he did that, sneaking up on you, watching until you turned around or he finally said something and you lost it. As fun as it was for him, you on the other hand weren’t that fond of his habit.  

“Stop doing that you’ll kill me some day!”  

“I’ll try to be more considerate, babe.” He chuckles, seeing your nose scrunch up at his nickname, “But back to important thing…are you making a pie?”  

“No.” You roll your eyes and turn back around, focusing your attention on the dough in front of you, “I’m making christmas cookies, now leave.” He walks up behind you, one arm sneaking around your waist, pressing your back close against him, the other wanders to your bowl.  

He dips his finger inside and quickly steps aside, knowing full well you’d be pissed at him. You genuinely hated it when someone interrupted you in the kitchen.  

“You little…!” You start angrily but stop when he brings his finger to his mouth and licks it clean.  

A small blush spreads across your face as your thoughts trail off at the sight in front of you. Damn him and his beautiful eyes! You could never be mad at him for long, especially not when he gave you those puppy dog eyes.

You clear your throat, trying to get your thoughts back on track, “I need to finish this go play with your toys.”  

“I’d rather…” He takes a few slow steps towards you and you hold out the spoon in front of you, knowing were this conversation is going, “…play with you.”  

“N-No freaking way.” You stutter, trying to sound unfazed by his words, which you really weren’t. You had tried your best not to fall for him but you both knew it wasn’t working anymore. Not that it ever had. He pulls you flush against him, hands resting on your hips until he pulls you up with ease and throws you over his shoulder, heading back to his room.  

“Dean!” You complain and wiggle around in his grasp, “The cookies!”  

“They can wait.” He smirks, a light slap landing on your ass before he leaves the kitchen.

Imagine Dean Admits His Feelings For You

Originally posted by lesbianbookworm

Request: Can you do an imagine with the reader being a heavier female who has self-esteem issues and meets the Winchester on a case (she is a hunter too) and Dean falls for her, because even though she is a bigger girl she kicks ass and bakes the best pies ever… Or something like that :) – Anonymous

Author’s Note: All of you are too beautiful to have self-esteem issues. I love each and every one of you. – Haley xx

“Something smells incredible,” Dean told you as he walked into the kitchen.

You smiled to yourself. You’ve been friends with the Winchesters for a while now, but this is the first time they let you inside The Bunker. The hunter you three on was successful, so to celebrate, you were making a homemade blackberry pie.

Sam could tell you liked Dean, and Sam knew that Dean had a thing for you as well, even if he didn’t tell you. Sam excused himself on a supply and food run to give you all some alone time. Especially since you were making a pie.

“It’s nothing special,” you said, opening the oven door. The pie crust was golden on top which meant it was time to come out. You grabbed a pair of oven mitts, removed the pie from the oven, and placed it on a cooling rack. “Just something to make this day even better.”

Dean hummed and walked closer to you; his eyes locked onto yours. Your face flushed and you turned around to face the pie. Ever since you laid eyes on Dean Winchester, you have fallen under some spell. Dean was absolutely gorgeous, but he was brave and kind to you. You couldn’t help to form a crush on him. But you weren’t the kind of girl for him.

“You were great, you know, earlier,” Dean whispered in your ear as he wrapped a hand around the curve of your hip.

You froze.

“You’re an amazing hunter,” Dean went on. “Beautiful too.”

You sucked in a breath and turned around. “You don’t want me, Dean. I’m not skinny enough for you.”

“The size of your body doesn’t matter to me. Your beautiful, caring, wonderful while kicking ass and taking names at the same time.”

You giggled and leaned up, pressing a kiss to Dean’s lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you,” you muttered against his mouth.

Pumpkin Pie

Charters -  Dean x Reader

Summary - You make Dean a pie.

Word Count - 914

Warnings - fluff

A/N - written for @supernatural-jackles  Colors of Fall Writing Challenge. Thanks to my beta @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell 


Originally posted by tributeofasgard

You were in the kitchen making your great-grandmother’s pumpkin chiffon pie. Led Zeppelin was playing softly in the background as you hummed and bopped around to the sounds of Stairway to Heaven.  You didn’t even notice that you weren’t alone until you felt strong arms wrap around you and soft lips kiss your temple.

“Whatcha doin’?” a deep gravelly voice said softly in your ear.

You lean back into him and absorb his warmth. “Well now that it’s pumpkin season, I needed to make some pumpkin chiffon pie.”

You can almost hear his brows crinkle. “What the hell is a chiffon?”

“Well, chiffon is a very soft, sheer silk fabric.” You explain.

He squeezes you tighter, “You’re putting fabric in my pie?!”

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Dean x Pie

A/N: You and the handsome man in the red plaid shirt reaches for the last slice of apple pie. He’s trying to use his winning smile to coax you into giving him the last slice; will you let him have it?

I don’t know who got there first, but our fingers touched at the exact moment. I looked up at the tall and shockingly handsome man in the red plaid shirt with the effortless smile that touches his eyes.

“Sorry, but that’s my pie.”

“I don’t see your name on it.” I observed.

He laughs. “Lady.” He paused. “You cannot begin to understand the day that I’ve had.”

“Aww, poor baby.” I teased.

Exasperated the voice behinds him speaks. “Dean give her the damn pie and let’s go. You are making a scene.”

“Yeah, Dean, give the lady the damn pie.” I mocked.

He laughs sarcastically then turns to the figure behind him. “Sammy, I don’t care if I’m making a scene,” he whispers, “th-that that thing tried to kiss me,” he shudders. 

“We got rid of the nest. You’re fine.”

“It almost kissed me Sammy, you saw how close it came.”

“It is a she and you are over exaggerating.” 

“That thing with those fake boobs was not a she.” He says with finality.


“I want this pie. I need pie.”

I cleared my throat interrupting their strange conversation. 

He turns back to me, “you seem like a very sweet girl, maybe you would like a slice of cake instead. That chocolate cake over there looks pretty tempting.” He cajoles.

I turned to gaze at the sad looking chocolate cake then back at him. “Not as tempting as this apple pie with what looks like a flaky and buttery crust that melts in your mouth.”

“This has gone on for too long.” He says losing his patience. He reaches for the pie.

“I’m not fat, I’m pregnant!” I shouted, my eyes filling with tears.

All eyes were now upon us as a hushed silence fell upon the Diner.

“Great.” Sammy says, “now you’re stealing pie from a pregnant lady this is a new low for you.”

“She’s not pregnant.” He explained, repeating it louder, so that the entire Diner heard. “She’s not pregnant.”

I bawled. “I’m just a fat whale.”

“No, no.” He laughed defensively. “I never said you were fat.”

“Only that I’m whale.” I sobbed dramatically in my palms.

The customers whispered in disgust, shaking their heads at him disapprovingly.

“Let her have the pie,” someone yells.

“Yeah, give her the pie.” Another customer joined in until the entire Diner was chanting. “Give. Her. The Pie! Give. Her. The Pie! Give. Her. The Pie!”

I looked up at him with my watery eyes, his full lips forming a pout as his hand slowly retreats from the pie. Defeated.

The Diner cheered in union.

I smiled at him as I pulled the plate towards me. I cut a corner of the pie. “Oh sweet baby Jesus.” I moaned orgasmically in between chews. “This is soooo good.”

He glares at me then stalks off empty handed like a dog with his tail between his legs.

I went up to the cashier to pay. “On the house,” the cashier replied.

I thanked him for his kindness and exited the Diner.

“And the Oscar for best performance in a Diner drama goes to…” He announces as I walked passed his Impala.

I curtsied, smiled then winked at him as I filled my mouth with another spoonful of well-deserved apple pie.

FT Authors Rec

Yesterday - November 14th, that is - marked one year since I posted my first fanfic on here (or anywhere for that matter). Also, turns out 1.6k+ amazing people also follow me now (!!!!!!??????!?!?!?!?HOWTHEASJKSAKHDKGSDOMG except the p0rn blogs they’re the worst but AJKHSHASHOMG??)

And so, it felt like a shoutout was in order, to all the wonderful fanfiction authors whose work I feel privileged to have read (though, there is a very solid chance I will forget some talented folks considering, well, me - and for that my sincerest apologies). 

In no particular order, and with a lot of awe:

@itschildofthefairies | @skullnar | @yurisakura | @dragonshost | @papalogia | @thespace-dragon | @mslead | @kytrin | @ff-darkshininglight | @x-benihime | @nalufever | @msmanga14@rizzy09 | @snogfairy | @kago-make-dean-some-pie | @soprana-snap@boomtheregoesyourpants | @unashamed-shipper | @epeolatryx | @lockandk3yfiction | @akiko-natsuko | @faelise | @inconsistent-igloo | @toxineena | @doginshoe | @phantompierce-okamoto | @smile-lifegoeson | @soawksahm | @not-just-any-fangirl | @sorcerer-weekly | @hannah-nobody | @ahumanintraining | @mirajens | @rivendell101 | @sirdragneel | @the-archangel-of-zeref | @lonestorm | @amehanaaa | @missyplatinum | @567random | @firedragonphia | @wildrhov | @thethoughtrepository | @thehexperiment | @luckybachi | @adrienzviaguine | @singularred@zerooff | @consulting-dragonslayer | @kyogre-blue

And a special thank you to @boogey56, without whom that first fic may not have ever happened. 

Happy birthday dean

Pairing: dean x sister! Reader Sam x sister! Reader

Summary: it is dean birthday and I you where to tired because your where busy for hours baking his favorite pie

A/N: it is today dean birthday so I taught I going to make a one-shot. And I want to thank @attackonjackson   for helping me so much with editing my storys

Originally posted by ijensenackles

It was morning and it was just like the others. Dean got out first than Sam and then Y/N. today was a little different. It was Dean’s birthday. You have been up for hours because you were making Dean’s favorite apple pie. You just finished the pie and wanted some sleep so you cut a slice from the pie and put a candle in it.

“So now we to bed and wait for dean.” you said to yourself.

You walked to your room and looked at your alarm 3:00 AM. Which was good for you so you could get some sleep. You got in bed and closed your eyes and you were sound asleep.

Just like always Dean got up first so he walked to the kitchen to get a coffee. He walked in and right away he saw the pie standing on the table with a candle in it.

“Huh, what is this about?” Dean said when he looked to the pie confused.

“It is your birthday jerk.” Sam said when he walked in the kitchen. “She had baked for hours in the kitchen making a pie for your birthday.”

“Where is she now?”

“she’s sleeping. She was tired as hell when I tried waking her up but it didn’t help.”

“Then I’ll try it.” Dean said and walked out the kitchen straight to your room. “Hey Shorty, wake up.”

You didn’t move only mumbled a little bit. “Happy birthday, Dean.” and fell back in sleep.

“Alright kiddo, you need to get up.” Dean said when he shaked you a little bit harder.

“Uhh, just let me sleep I have spend hours to bake a pie for you.”

“I know, Sammy said so but I don’t want to spend my birthday only with Sammy.”

“Alright, I’m coming.” You and Dean walked up to the kitchen but you had something special in your hand. Sam was still sitting at the table with a present in front of him.

“What is this about, guys” dean said when he walked in with you.

“It is not complete without present’s Dean so sit down and open up your present’s.” Sam said.

You and dean joined Sam on the table. You put your present in front of you and slid it to Dean.

“Here open mine first.” You said to Dean.

Dean opened the present and revealed a frame with dean’s favorite photo from you guys. It was a photo that you had taken when you were a little younger, you were sitting on the back of Sam and Dean was laughing really hard because you and Sam were making really funny faces. You saw it in dean’s tears.

 “Hey are you alright?” He didn’t say anything for a minute and then to your surprise he hugged you. 

“I am alright, Y/N thank you.”

 “Okay, so my present’s going to be useless.” Sam joked a little bit.

 “What do you have then?” Sam slide the present to Dean and he was taking it out and revealed a new gun with the men of letters star on it.

 “Thanks Sammy” he said with a big smile.

 “Happy 38th birthday Dean.” you and Sam hugged him tight.

 “Thank you guys.“ 

tags: @winchesters-favorite-girl @evyiione @attackonjackson @percussiongirl2017 @chillnadie 



All I Ask (Dean x Reader)

Moments (Jensen x Reader):

One Shots

Gif Drabbles


You and Sam both took your relationship to the next level, by consummation in the backseat of Dean’s Impala.

It was rough, it was sensual, it was otherwordly, and so exhausted from going two rounds, you both fell asleep, sans clothing, except for a flannel blanket covering your lady and man bits.

Running out of pie…err…supplies, Dean decided to make a morning run to the nearby grocery store. He called out to both of you, but didn’t get a response. Assuming you were both asleep, he headed to the garage. He noticed that Baby’s windows were down, and he rested on his haunches, to get a look inside.

His stomach turned, his face scrunched in disgust, and then realized the importance of it all; it was payback from day one.

He moved to the driver’s seat and laid palm to the horn, startling you both awake.

“Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it,” he gave a cheeky grin and sauntered over to YN’s Camaro.

“I expect her to be washed and waxed by the time I get back,” he revved the engine and peeled out.

“Car wash, in the buff,” you teased. Sam tickled your sides, agreeing that, that sounded amazing.

Originally posted by acklescackless

Find Her

Fandom: Supernatural

Character/Ship: Reader, Sam, Dean

Warning: Kidnapping, Light cursing?, Smiting a demon, pregnancy, giving birth

Writer: Cas

Words: 2412

Requested by: Someone on an imagine page. Maybe thefandomimagine or imaginesofeveryfandom

Summary: Being the sister of Sam and Dean and your daughter is kidnapped by a demon

Author’s Note: This took literally 2 weeks and I’m so happy. It’s so long oh my god

Originally posted by malasorte-malavita

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

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My thoughts on SPN episode 12x05:

  • How appropriate. An episode about Nazis this week. 
  • Aww Sam trying to make Dean feel better with pie.
  • Oh HEY AARON! I love that they still have his number lol. 
  • Goddamn Jensen Ackles is an attractive man. 
  • Soooooo this episode is not just about Nazis. It’s about bringing Hitler back!?!?!?! This was not the week for this episode, SPN. Read the room. And by room I mean the state of our nation. 
  • Dean has ZERO compassion for this girl’s situation. He’s like bitch get it together. We have a fight to win. 
  • Dean with the gun under the table A++++
  • LOLOL Sam reassuring Dean that someday the time for the grenade launcher will come *crying tears of laughter* 
  • Is Hitler… drunk???
  • This guy acting as Hitler is maybe the worst acting I’ve ever seen. It’s making me physically uncomfortable. 
  • Omg Hitler running = I cannot. I. Can. NOT. 
  • “Heil this” ARE YOU KIDDING??? Who even wrote this episode????
  • Dean’s so proud. How adorable. 
  • Yaaaaaay Dean is gonna eat pie!!!!!! Progress. 

In conclusion: Guys. In case you missed it, Dean killed Hitler. (also I miss Cas)