My oh My. Pie! [Open]

[Dean Winchester]

It was 8 'o' clock in the a.m.
For most people the only pastries they had a taste for that early in the morning was of the breakfast variety.
Whether it was bagel, donuts, or scones (what the hell was a scone, anyway?!) Dean was sure anyone of them was just fine, but what he craved more than anything was a big ole slice 'o' pie.
Apple, cherry, key lime...the elder Winchester really didn't care what kind as long as he got a piece, though a little angel on his left shoulder kept reminding him that fruit was good for breakfast. So maybe he'd go that route.

Sammy was still sleeping soundly ( or snoring like Sasquatch was more like it) so Dean didn't bother to wake him before he grabbed the keys and headed out. Little brother had been telling him everything was fine and dandy but from the looks of those empty eyes and the luggage going on underneath them, the hunter figured Sam could use the extra shut eye.
God knew he'd been doing plenty tossing and turning during the dark hours that he probably hadn't gotten much rest out of them.

Probably nightmares.
Dean knew allllll about those frightening hellish flashbacks and was well aware they weren't the happiest reveries to relive so asking about it was out of the question. He'd given Sam the 'I'm here if you need to talk' speech more than a few times so it went without saying, but he'd gotten the brush off  so he doubted little brother was gonna' open up any time soon.
When and if he did, which the elder Winchester suspected would be whenever it got too much to bare, he'd be right there. Natch.

Dean pulled the Chevy Impala into a space at the same he shook his head at that thought. Whatever Sam was holding in was gon' tear him apart and he just hoped his little bro would let him help put the pieces back together.
Climbing out and locking up his baby tight, Dean strolled into the bakery and stopped dead in his tracks at all the sweet and crusty. His green eyes grew wide like a rich kid's on Christmas morning and his mouth went slack; the pie hole watering so much he had to swallow hard and fast to keep from drowning.
Drifting up to the counter, his gaze was all back and forth, back and forth; there was every kind of pie you could think of.
How was a man s'posed to figure out which one to order?!

The employee behind the counter smiled sweetly but all the hunter could do was stare at the goodies.
(The pies, of course!)

"Pie...I need pie."

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Ugh... 8am was just way to early to be out and about for Samara. Unfortunately, things in her life just didn't seem to stop for her convenience, regardless of the time of day or night. Being the owner of a bar meant she spent late nights there and being a hunter on top of that, night was prime business hours. Then there was all the researching and helping take care of Jaeden during the day. When was a girl supposed to get any kind of real sleep?

This morning, she had to be at the bar early to accept a delivery. Now though, she needed some coffee and something to eat. A quick stop at the Cake and Bake bakery sounded like just the ticket. As she went in the front door her cellphone was pressed to her ear with one hand while she talked to the delivery driver, the reason she was up so early, who was telling her there was a problem and the delivery wouldn't be made until tomorrow. Shoving her sunglasses to the top of her head while she simultaneously got into line behind a man at the counter and barked into her phone.

"Are you kidding me? I don't care if the truck broke down. That shipment was supposed to be here TODAY. Not tomorrow... Uh huh. Yeah. Damn straight we will get a discount on this order AND the next one or I'm taking my business elsewhere. Just make sure it's on time tomorrow. Yeah... whatever. TOMORROW!"

Touching the end button she tucked the phone into the back pocket of her jeans and folded her arms across her chest. Scowling as she waited her turn while the guy in front of her was trying to decide what to order. Seemed he wanted pie but was having a dilema over what kind to order so she leaned forward and spoke to him.

"You know... If you order the apple. You can probably convince your stomach it's some kind of breakfast strudel or something. Just sayin'."

When the girl behind the counter giggled, Samara nodded at her.

"And... Once you get him taken care of... I'll have a toasted bagel with cream cheese and strawberry jam... and the largest, most awesome cup of coffee you've got. Thanks, hun."

Stepping back in line she gave a bit of a smirk then winked at the guy. There was a strange sense of deja vu. He seemed kind of familiar, but she couldn't quite place him. Maybe someone that came through the bar she thought as she let the idea tumble around in her mind.

[Dean Winchester]

Dean was in a sugar coma already even though he hadn't even gotten a taste of the goodies.
His hazel-green eyes were all wide and glazed over like a donut, his mouth slack and watering. Maybe just one slice wouldn't cure him. He might have to get two. And one to-go.

It wasn't the chime of the bell above the door that pulled the hunter back to the here and now so much as the sound of pissed off, and Dean blinked, glanced over his shoulder at the women before turning back to the pastries.
"Well, let's see."
Dean rocked back and forth on the heels of his work boots and then bent forward to get a closer eyeball at the display pies. And that was when Miss. Hot & Pissed decided to try and order for him, which got a couple popped brows and a scowl from the male as he turned around to face her.
Okay sure she'd been on the same 'fruit for breakfast' mind track as he was, but still...he was a grown man and could handle it himself. And not be rushed about it.

"I got it, thanks lady."
The hunter's hazel orbs did a head to toe of the spunky female and he arched a tawny eyebrow in appreciation of the curves that went with that smart mouth before he turned back to order.
"I'll take a piece of the apple and some of that awesome big coffee you're about to give the Mouth."
He winked at the employee before turning back to the firecracker with a pursed lip.
"I was gon' get the apple anyway."
...Just so she wouldn't think she'd influenced him thank you very much!

Dean made to turn back to the cashier to hand over some dough when he was struck by lightning. Or at least a light bulb floating above his noggin.  The hunter turned back and did a double take.
She had the right curves. Legs that went on for days and days and a mouth that was way too familiar.
"I know you."

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Arms crossed Samara waited with her lips twisted up in a smirk. She knew that her comment may have been a little bit pushy. Well, maybe not pushy so much as impatient. She really wanted that cup of coffee. She detected the note of snarkiness in his comments when he placed his order. Glad she hadn't seemed to truly offend the man.

"The Mouth? I've been called worse."

She tilted her head as she gave a bit of a shrug, then nodded as if agreeing with his assessment of her. Then she couldn't help but chuckle when he added that he'd planned to get the apple pie all along.

"Uh huh. I believe you. Good choice."

Taking a step forward in anticipation of him completing his transaction she had to lean back a bit when he stopped suddenly. She saw the movement of his head as he looked at her, then looked again. His words confirmed that he was thinking the same thing she had just moments before.

Frowning a bit she studied him a bit more.

"You know, I was thinking the same thing."

He had that chiseled jaw, those amazing hazel eyes and a fondness for pie. Those eyes... It was the eyes that did it and suddenly it smacked her like a slap in the face. He was about her age. She imagined taking about eighteen years off of his face. Putting him at about sixteen when she knew him. Oh dear lord and did she ever know him. In the biblical sense. How could she not have realized who he was right off the bat. He had been her first. Not to mention he was the one who knocked her up. Which, oh yeah. That was probably why it took her a minute for him to register. She hadn't seen in eighteen years. For the love of god, what did she do now?

SHIT.

"Oh, son of a bitch. Dean Winchester? As I live and breathe. Wow."

Her bagel and coffee were all but forgotten for the moment as her mind whirled in a panic. Staring at the man standing in front of her. She hadn't thought she'd ever see him again. And for some strange reason she couldn't take her eyes off of him as she stood there in shock.

[Dean Winchester]

Dean had met a lot of people in his lifetime, probably more than half of them being women, and so it was no insult to her that he couldn't place her right away.
His youth was so far away, both in years and...hell...everything else including memories and emotions and that laid back frame of mind he'd had once upon a time ago.
His gem-colored eyes flickered across the woman's face again, hovering on her lips before meeting that quixotic hazel stare and remaining there as comprehension seemed to strike them both in tandem. A flash of the past played out in Dean's head like a mental rerun. The hunter smiled absently as her voice echoed in both the memory as well as  the present day. Just his name on her lips was enough to stir up all kinds of warm and fuzzies and damn if that wasn't EXACTLY what he needed to go along with his pie and epic coffee.

"It hasn't been that long Samara. Don't make me feel like an old man!"
'Cept he already felt that way without her help.
Glancing back at the patient barista with an honest smile, Dean plucked a twenty from his pocket and handed it over.
"Put her bill with mine, will ya'?"

She grinned and got busy making their orders and the hunter turned back to face his once upon a time ago teenage flame.
"What the hell have you been up to woman?!"
The candid pleasure on his face was apparent in his cheeky grin and the way his greedy gaze kept drinking in her form and then going back for seconds and thirds.
"Besides growing up I mean. Damn, you look great. Wanna' join me at a table or are you too busy with that problem to catch up with an old friend?"

Old friend his ass. Even as the words crossed his lips a reverie of the female beneath him flushed and panting sent a warm spike straight to his groin. Back in the day when Dean and his little brother were mostly on their own while Dad moved them around from town to town it hadn't been out of the ordinary to meet a girl, take her back to the hotel, and then leave her with a goodbye and some lame excuse as to why she would never see him again.
It was a game of sorts. He had been a secret agent, a fighter pilot, and the captain of a cruise ship. Honestly Dean couldn't remember the excuse he'd given Samara, but he knew she had been different.
Why?
The hell if he knew. All the man was certain of was that after he had left he'd thought about Samara often.
Maybe it had been guilt. Maybe an honest to God crush. Or maybe being with her that short period of time had given him a taste of the normal he'd been  missing all along.

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After a moment of standing there dumbstruck, Samara pulled herself together. Sort of. At least enough to keep her mouth from gaping open. It wasn't everyday you ran into the father of your child that no one knew about. Least of all the child herself. Hell, some days even Samara forgot she was Chey's mother and not really her sister. For so long they had played the roles and everything was fine. No one was the wiser. She had never come face to face with Dean Winchester since then though.

The urge to flee was strong. That was unusual for Samara. Never one to run and hide. But, this was different. He was different. There always had been something more with him. Even at fifteen she had been level headed but still not able to resist the pull he had on her. Which is exactly what had got her into the current situation.

Indeed.

Well, hell it seemed that time hadn't really changed much. She was still mesmerized by those eyes of his. Nodding absently as he paid for both of their orders. It took some doing but she got her brain to process the words he was saying.

"Oh me? You know. This and that."

She paused when the girl behind the counter put their orders up for them. Smiling Sam grabbed hers and turned back to Dean.

"Yeah. Look at me, all grown up. I could say the same about you. You really... uh... filled out well."

Shaking her head a bit she cleared her throat. Come on Sam, she prodded herself. She was an independent, confident woman now. Not a hormone filled teenager anymore. She could handle this.

"A table would be lovely. My morning just freed up after that phone call so, I'm all yours for catching up."

Spying and empty table she nodded her head in that direction and then headed over to it. She let out a breath as she set down her coffee and bagel then took a seat. It gave her a few moments to gather herself some more. Yeah, grown up woman that she was. The memories she had of him still sent shivers up her spine. The good kind of shivers. Definitely good.

Oh shit. She was in so much trouble.

"So, how are you? What are you doing in town? And don't tell me a secret agent. I didn't even believe that when I was fifteen."

Giving him a smirk her eyes sparkling for a moment before looking down at the table her fingers fumbled with her bagel.

[Dean Winchester]

Dean couldn't have wiped the ridiculous grin off his face even if he wanted to. As he regarded the lithe brunette the hunter did his best to think about anything other than those hot and steamy reveries that had his pulse pounding like a randy teenager, but it was mighty, mighty hard. In fact, he was just nodding blankly and not really hearing the answers to her previous questions but...what the hell.

When she reached for her breakfast Dean cleared his throat and stole a glance at Samara's tone little derrière and boy, did that have him grinning even stupid/wider.
"Oh...yeah...well you know. I work out." Dean beefed up when he grabbed for his own coffee and slice of pie and made a show of flexing the bicep when he brought the plate to his nose for a whiff.

The phone call that had 'freed her up this morning' had the hunter curious about what the 'this and that biz'  entailed, but he just nodded cordially as Samara gestured to an empty booth and then led then back to it.
Dean slid in directly across from the female and took a moment to have a hit of caffeine just as she asked him what he'd been up to and cleared up the mystery as to the goodbye excuse he'd given her all those years ago.
Dean choked on the coffee and some of the hot liquid spewed out through his nose.
The hunter shot up a little and hurriedly grabbed some paper napkins out of the metal rectangle to stop the nasal drip; chuckling sheepishly.
The woman, as far as he could tell, was as cool as a freakin' cucumber.
"Ah...heh." Dean chuckled again and relaxed, noticing a reticent smile quirk up the corners of her lips.
She was still gorgeous.
And clearly she wasn't holding a grudge about his form of farewell.
"I was just a kid then, Samara. I didn't want to tell you that it was time for me to pack up and move on to the next fleabag hotel closer to where my dad was working. I had to keep my pimping up to par."
His tone was honest, if not a bit regretful, and the truth shone in his hazel orbs when they lifted to meet hers.
"You were hot. Wanted to make sure you wouldn't mind me calling you if I passed through town again."

Dean winked and all the serious was gone from his expression as he picked up his fork and stabbed a corner of pie.
"I'm in the... specialty extermination business now."
The hunter shoved the forkful into his pie hole and practically melted in his seat.
"Ohh....that's an orgasm on a plate. No lie."


 

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Taking a bite of her bagel and then a careful sip of her coffee, Samara tried not to laugh when Dean choked on his own coffee. His legitimate surprise that she would remember his fabricated story was interesting. It seemed that he probably wasn't often confronted with the women of his past. Though, she could hardly have considered herself a woman at the time.

"Yeah, I know. We were both kids then."

She grabbed a couple of napkins and blotted up some stray drops of coffee on the table. Nodding her head as he continued on with a further explanation. Even though she didn't need it, she had never held a grudge. On another level, she was glad he had some kind of urge to make sure she understood he hadn't just forgotten about her.

It was odd how things happened in life. A long time ago when her mother first put the plan into motion, to cover up the truth of Chey's parentage, Samara had come to terms with things. That was just in her nature. She was very much like her mother in that respect. Be logical, it had been the most practical solution and for the best of all parties involved so that had been that and they didn't talk about it any further.

Now after all these years though, no matter how she tried to rationalize it, she was still connected to this man. Always would be. There was no way to change that no matter what story they came up with. Samara would always know the truth.

"Well, I wouldn't have minded if you did. I guess in a way you are now. Though it took damn near twenty years for us to cross paths again. But, here we are."

Samara took another sip of her coffee then raised an eyebrow at his comments as they continued their conversation.

"Specialty extermination business? Oh really? Is that what they are calling it these days? My family owns a bar, I pretty much run the place now. Though we do some exterminating of our own now and then. When the need arises."

Now this was going to be interesting. How exactly did you tell someone that you knew something like the fact that they were a hunter of supernatural creatures. Back when they were fifteen, Sam had no idea that Dean and his family were hunters. But now... The Winchester's were practically hunting royalty. Legends in the business. Considering the family bar catered to a hunting clientele, she had long known that Dean Winchester was from a hunting family just like herself.

Chuckling a bit she peered up at him over the rim of her coffee cup. The look of sheer joy on his face as he savored his bite of pie.

"That good huh? Give you a piece of pie and you're a happy man. I'll remember that."

Carefully, she sat her cup down on the table. Her gaze reaching across to meet his. Taking a deep breath before she just finally came out with it.

"Look, let me be straight with you. I know what you do for a 'living'. Though, I didn't know back then, I do now. Have known for a long time. My family has been in the same exterminating business for years. Our bar caters to a certain type of people who may or may not come to get information sometimes. The Winchester name is pretty well known in the circles we run with."

[Dean Winchester]

It was the pie that had him melting in his vinyl booth seat originally, but Samara's forgiving words that had the goofy smile on his face hanging around.
It was true he didn't often run into women from his past, and even rarer when they didn't automatically smack him across the face or try to chase him down with a shotgun or their car. So he'd broken a few hearts. He hadn't meant to. Honestly a young man in his position didn't have any choice.
Back then people were less willing to believe that the monsters under the bed were real, and besides, chit-chat about rock salt and burning bodies wasn't exactly your typical foreplay convo.  

The hunter nodded happily at her comment about running into each other being a good thing, but paused with the fork half way to his mouth when her tone got facetious about his work. Almost as if...she knew exactly what he was talking about but...nah...how could she?

The bite finally made it's way to Dean's mouth and his fleeting uneasiness faded when the flakey pastry and balmy fruit met his tongue.
Yup. Give him a slice of that heaven and indeed he was a happy, happy man.
His eyes were twinkling with that simple joy when Sam set her coffee down and he noticed the thoroughly somber look on her face.
Not know what was coming next, Dean's jaw fell open, mouth still full of half-masticated pie, when Samara dropped the bomb. 

He blinked in disbelief while trying to make sense of her confession, and for the first time in a looooooong time, was actually bowled over speechless.

Forcing the rest of the unchewed food down his throat Dean blinked at her again, made a sort of surprised cluck in his throat, and then shook his head before he addressed her.
When he did his tone was full of confusion.
"You mean you run the bar and other people in your family hunt...right?"

Dean was slightly sexist yes, but this wasn't about whether a woman could do his work because he knew damn well they could. This had everything to do with the fact that the only Samara he knew was a fragile young girl with more giggle than attitude, and his deep down nature to protect people like that.