savory scents

A Craving For Apple Crust

Lemon meringue, apple, blueberry pie,
Always catch my eye
In the window of the store.
How can I ignore?
Pie, pie, pie!

The savory scent of cinnamon,
The sweet aroma of fruit.
When I rush in the store,
My nose begging for more,
The feeling is so absolute!

My most favourite of all is pumpkin.
The taste is so divine!
There’s whipped cream on top
When it’s served in the shop.
Pie, pie, pie!

Some pies are hot out of the oven,
Others are as cool as icecream.
Like chocolate cream pie
With icecream on the side,
Layers of chocolate supreme!

Have you tasted the rhubarb?
Well, you better get in line.
Or coconut cream?
I still can’t believe,
Pie, pie, pie!

Finally I choose one,
Simple apple crust.
I can’t help but succumb
The most popular one,
The choice is a definite must!

I bring it home to Allen.
He doesn’t like apple, oh my!
But I bring out pumpkin,
Now isn’t that something?
Pie pie pie.

Rule of Thumb Pt. 6

Requested: yes

TW: a shit ton of happiness, pregnancy 

Summary: Life in Lawerence proves to be amazing as Dean searches for a home.

Tags: @imurchild 

@percyanddean

@illisea

Originally posted by hunterchesters

There was a soft silence in the Winchester homestead. All the alphas and omegas were tucked away in bed, that is to say until Jess left the spare room she and her husband shared to go satisfy a bacon craving. A typically pleasant, savory scent flooded the house pulling the members up and out of bed. 

Dean lingered around the kitchen daring Jess to eat it all while he called Crowley. Crowley was a peculiar family friend and was holding the treasured Winchester lot until one presented themselves as ready to buy. 

Dean wrote down the time he and his little omega would go and scout it out. He  hung up and pulled up a chair. His nose crinkled happily at the new scent of his omega mixing into the kitchen. She offered a smile, joining his lap. 

“Got us that appointment.” He murmured, concern flickering his gaze as y/n hopped of his lap, running to the nearest bathroom. 

He was quick to his feet, following her just behind Mary. His mother held the girls hair away from her face as she retched into the toilet. “Sorry.” Y/n finally mumbled leaning away from the toilet, seeking the cool tile for comfort. 

“Don’t apologize baby.” Mary soothed pouring a small cup with mouthwash. “I’ll leave this right here for when you think you’re done.” 

Dean crouched beside his omega, kissing her forehead softly. “You want to stay in today?” 

Y/N shook her head, leaning against Dean. "No, I’ll be fine, it happened yesterday too. Today the smell just got me.” 

Mary grinned, digging around in her medicine cabinet. She pulled out a small box and sat it next to the mouthwash. “You might want to take one of these.” 

Dean felt his chest expand with pride as he peppered kisses all over Y/N’s head. “My pups. You could be having my pups.” 

A new sense of excitement rushed through the Winchesters. Everyone was on edge, nervously excited for the results. As the timer rang, Dean stood and silently walked toward the counter where the plastic test was balanced. His chest pounded, aching for a family. Two pink lines stared back at him, causing a smile to spread across his face. “We’re pregnant.” 

What followed was mass chaos in the home. Henry didn’t really understand, Mary was chewing Dean’s ear off for not be more attentive to your needs, John admittedly was crying, Sam had a wondrous grin on his face, and Jess, well, Jess had to burst the bubble so to speak by saying her water broke.

For the Winchesters, drama wasn’t unusual, but a new baby and impending baby was a lot for one day. Dean decided to keep the appointment with Crowley after Y/N’s morning sickness became too much due to the sterile hospital smell.

He already developed a stronger alpha presence. His hands never left her body, his teeth ready to bare and growl at anyone who so dared look at her longer than a second. Crowley was amused to say the least, but somewhere deep down he felt a fondness for Dean and happily filed the paper work.

Dean parked Baby outside of the bunker the family owned. Normally he would have been nervous, but he was too high on life to care. “Um, Dean?” 

His eyes flickered her way. “Yeah sweetheart?”

“Why the fuck does your family own a bunker?” 

At the sharpness of her tone and the way her eyes narrowed at the fact the Winchester property was under the fucking ground, he knew he had faulted. “I’ll explain inside.” Hoping she would just believe him.