Summary: Dean has a hard time believing that the reader is a hunter because of her sunny disposition.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,597
“What would you like to order, handsome?”
“Two slices of your finest pie, sweetheart. One apple and one cherry.” Dean requests with a lick of his lips, handing over his menu to the voluptuous waitress.
“Between you and me…I won’t tell if you make the pieces a little bigger than usual.”
“It will be our little secret.” She promises with a wink, before slinking away with a swivel in her hips.
“I don’t want pie.” Sam interrupts, making Dean unwillingly tear his eyes away from the waitress’s plump ass.
“It’s for Garth. The last time we worked together, he tried stealing a bite of my pie and I nearly shot him. The dork is getting his own this time.” Dean declares with a huff, his grumpiness getting worse by the second.
“I see.” Sam awkwardly shifts in his seat and it makes Dean squint his eyes suspiciously.