Title: Pie In The Sky
By: Bridget McKennitt
Word Count: 327
Prompt: Supernatural, Dean/any, the best pie he's ever had from saavikam77 at fic_promptly.
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is owned by other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
If there was one thing Dean knew about Lisa (besides how flexible she was in bed and how wonderful of a mother she was to Ben and how she could reassemble a gun in no time at all), it was that she made the best pies he'd ever tasted.
Dean had traveled all over the United States and every chance he got, he would stop at bakeries and pie shops to sample their goods. Now that he lived with Lisa and her son, there was no more traveling. No more hunting either, but Dean shied away from those thoughts.
Then Lisa surprised him one night with pie, delicious apple pie. He couldn't get enough and nearly demolished the entire thing by himself. The next night Lisa brought out two blueberry pies for dessert.
"One for you and one for us," she said with a wink. Ben laughed. Dean kissed Lisa as a thanks before digging in.
The smell of pie was the first thing to greet Dean as soon as he came home from work and he couldn't complain about that. Nor could he complain when he saw the playful light in Lisa's eyes that meant he was going to get laid and Ben was staying at a friend's place for the night.
"I have pie," she said and she led him to the living room where there was pie and extra plates and utensils waiting on the coffee table. He happily sat his ass down on the couch.
"You should open up a pie shop and sell these." Dean paused, rethinking his words. "On second thought, don't. All your pies are mine."
Lisa laughed and she picked up a plate with a slice of pie on it. She straddled his lap, carefully holding the plate so it wouldn't tumble onto the floor. "And if you play your cards right, you could have your pie and me."
He liked the sound of that. "My two favorite tastes."
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