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Mary Winchester | 13 | [Action]

[Anyone passing by the kitchen will notice either a sickeningly sweet smell or something that will make their mouths water...it all really depends on how you feel about pie. That's right. Pie. Mary had meant to do this after horror month, but Oktoberfest and being weird little monsters put a stop to that. You couldn't exactly cook when you were a foot tall. Everyone deserved something nice though, especially after the hell that they had all been through.

Walking into the kitchen, the source of the scent is apparent soon enough. There are already a few pies set on the counter of various flavors. It looked like she'd been cooking for a few hours and she likely had. It was all worth it though.

Hearing a soft ding, she grabbed a set of mitts and pulled a fresh apple pie from the hot oven.]

...I can't believe how much I missed this...

[Cooking breakfast was one thing...but there was just something about baking that relaxed her.]

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[Laughing softly, she knew that was coming. You couldn't keep that boy from pie.] The question should be "what isn't". I may have went a little overboard, but...

[It had just felt so nice to get away from everything. Some people would say it was stupid, but she actually enjoyed menial tasks like cooking and cleaning. Especially if it meant that it would give some happiness to others.]

What's your pleasure? I already have a few cooled from this morning.

No such thing as overboard with pie.

[There was a pause as he tried to decide. Failing that...] Surprise me. [...or a bit of each...]

Of course not; but I'm sure that some people would think so.

[Smirking to herself, she motioned to a chair as she moved to another counter.] Have a seat then. Hopefully your tastes haven't changed too much.

[She was just glad he could eat it. She remembered how he looked after he couldn't eat breakfast...it would just be cruel to wave pie at him if he couldn't have it. Setting a piece of cooled apple pie on a plate, she made her way back to the table and set it in front of him.]

[He sat on the chair she motioned at and a smile lit his features. If there was one thing it could be said about his life? It's taught him how to appreciate the little things: Looking up at the stars from the hood of the impala, pie - especially from his mom, etc.]

Thanks. [And he starts on his first piece of pie, That first piece being swallowed with a quiet noise that was almost pure pleasure. He hasn't technically</> had pie in just under 40 years (even if he's unaware it was that long), and for his first to be his mom's? Well, it was like he died and went to heaven] This is so goddamned good.

[Blushing, she chuckled softly at his reaction as moved to get a glass from the cabinets.]

Just don't eat so much that you make yourself sick.

[But she did appreciate the compliment. She wasn't going anywhere; even if the rest of the pies were eaten, she'd make him more whenever he wanted. Pouring him a glass of milk, she set it on the table.

Running a hand through his hair, she just enjoyed the moment.]

You act like you haven't had pie before~.

[He gestured with the fork, despite the piece of pie on the end]

Not possible. Ooh, milk.

[He officially feels three again. And he kinda likes it. Whatever, this hadn't happened in years, and he was fully intending to take advantage.

And he realises.... that he hadn't seen her during the whole holy water fiasco. So. Sticking with what she knows.]I haven't had your pie in years. It's the best.

Very possible~. But just for that statement, I may put you at a pie cap.

[Typically done with alcohol, but...in Dean's case. Better to be done with pie.

Sorry Dean, you'll never be an adult. You'll forever be mamas really REALLY big boy.

She couldn't stop a wide grin from spreading across her face. Even after all this time, he still thought she made the best pie...that warmed her better than anything else ever would.]

I'm sure there's better pie out there, but I appreciate the compliment all the same. [And have a kiss on the head.]

[He looks up from his milk, a playful scowl on his face] You are a cruel, cruel woman.

[...For the most part, he's okay with being her boy. There are times it might be annoying, and even then that's a big might.]

Nu-uh. I've had pie in every state, pretty much, and yours is the best.

I'm only cruel when I'm looking out for your health.

[And really Dean, she's not going to roll you down the halls when you get so fat on pie you can't move.

Getting her coffee cup from the counter, she moved to sit across from him.]

[Blushing faintly at his compliments, she couldn't help but find it a hard to believe that with all the complex pies out there, hers were the best. They're just simple pies, nothing fancy...but thank you.

[of course, none of that matters. To him, they taste the best. Why? Because they were his mom's.]

Don't thank me, it's true. [He's already finishing up on that slice.] I could get another piece, though.

Who's to say your cap wasn't one~? [Smirking, she didn't make a move to get up yet, instead giving him a sly look.

...Okay, he may kill her for that. Standing, she moved to the counter to scan the cooled pies. ...Cherry. Definitely cherry. Cutting a slice, she set it in front of him a moment later.] How have you been after the last plot?

Thanks. [this one is eaten less quickly, but with just as much enthusiasm. In answer to her question, he chuckles quietly.] Glad to been back with two human feet on the ground. You?

[Reclaiming her seat, she smiled fondly at her coffee.] Same.

It was good to sleep in my own bed again. [Cause really, it was hell having to fun on such small legs. She just bunked down in whatever safe place she could find.]

[He chuckles quietly.] I know what you mean.

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