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Mary Winchester knew that Sam would have baking in his blood when at four years old Sam would happily sit at the kitchen table, just watching her bake.
“Sam, would you like to help me?” Mary asked over her shoulder, smiling as her little boy's eyes lit up and he was scrambling off of his chair and heading towards her as fast as his little legs could take him.
“We make something for Dee?” Sam asked, once he reached his mother’s side with wide pleading eyes.
Laughing with delight, Mary scooped Sam up into her arms, “Yes baby, we will make something for Dean.” It never failed any time Sam got a chance to help, his first question was if they were making something for Dean. Sam loved his big brother and she knew that Dean worshipped his little brother.
“Yay!” Sam squealed as he clapped his hands together he loved making stuff for Dean he had the best big brother ever.
“Okay, Sammy, I have a special surprise for you.” Mary forced herself to put her son down as she went to retrieve his surprise that she had hidden in the top cabinet above the fridge.
Tilting his head to the side, Sam watched his mom with curious eyes as his fingers itched to touch whatever she had bought him. “Dee get a surprise too?” Sam asked, a frown tugging at his lips he didn’t want something if Dean didn’t get something it wouldn’t be fair.
Mary tried and failed to hide her smile as she brought down the wrapped bundled and turned to see Sam pouting up at her, worried that Dean didn’t get anything. “Yes, Sam, Dean got something as well but he won’t get it until he gets back with your dad and that won’t be for a while. You know how they get when around cars.”
Sam did know and he had been missing Dean since he left after breakfast with their dad to look at some old cars. Sam didn’t get it and he had been upset Dean was leaving him behind but this was something Dean loved and Sam would never keep him from it. Besides Dean had said time and time again that he was the person Dean loved the most and nothing would ever change that. “I know.” Sam wrinkled his nose he couldn’t understand why his Dee and dad loved looking at cars so much.
The look was too cute for words and Mary smothered back the laughter. It was clear that so far Sam did not hold the same kind of love for cars that Dean and John did and in truth it was a little refreshing Mary adored having someone to bake with. “Would you like to open your surprise, Sammy?” Mary asked, bending down and holding out the gift wrapped in Winnie the Pooh wrapping paper. Sam’s favourite Eeyore was even featured on it.
Sam’s eyes lit up. “Eeyore!” He loved everything about Winnie the Pooh, the best part was Dean would read the stories to him at night.
Making herself comfortable on the floor, Mary tugged Sam into her lap. “That’s right baby, it’s Eeyore along with all of his friends. Now I know you don’t want to but you’re going to have to open it.”
Poking his tongue out through his lips, Sam began carefully removing the tape from one corner of the package. Unlike Dean, Sam was never in a rush to open his presents and was more than happy to do his best to ensure the paper came off intact, unless of course, Dean was around to encourage Sam to go faster. Sam could never say no to Dean just like Dean could never say no to Sam.
Mary gazed down fondly at her son. ‘You’re so much like me, Sam, and Dean is so much like your father.’ Mary could not have been more proud of both her boys but it was nice to have something to share with one of her sons.
“Ooh.” Sam let out a soft gasp as he pulled out the children’s apron complete with Winnie the Pooh on the front face and left paw all covered in honey from the big pot in front of him. Next, he pulled out a matching hat with Piglet on it, wearing his own little hat and a pair of oven mittens with Tigger on the left hand and Eeyore on the right hand. Sam gently stroked over the gifts with awe.
“Do you like them, Sammy?” Mary asked.
Sam turned glittering eyes up towards his mom. “I love them.”
Mary leaned down as if to share a secret with Sam, “Dean helped pick them out.”
Sam’s wide eyes grew impossibly wide. “He did?” That made them all that much more special to the little boy.
The joy at knowing Dean had picked it for Sam was too hard for her little boy to hide. There was no one Sam loved more than his big brother. “He did indeed. He told me that there was no other set we could possibly think of getting. I think we should make something special for Dean,” Mary suggested.
A thoughtful look entered Sam’s eyes before they lit up, “We make Dee Apple pie.” Everyone including his little brother knew of Dean’s love affair with pie.
“Perfect, and hopefully your brother will spare us some to try. That boy could eat pie all the time.” Mary wondered if it would be safer to make two and from the look Sam was shooting her, he was thinking the same thing.
“Two pies?” Mary asked.
Nodding his head Sam agreed, “Two pies.”
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Eight year old Dean Winchester was a ball of pure energy as the Impala pulled into their driveway. John Winchester chuckled at the sight of his son bouncing in the backseat. “I take it you had a good time today, sport?”
Dean beamed at his dad. “It was awesome. So many beauties but none beat the Impala. I can’t wait to tell Sam all about them.” Dean had missed his little brother and he wasn’t used to being apart from Sam for so long even on school days. Man, Dean hated school days taking away his time with Sam.
The corners of John’s mouth twitched up into a smile. “I’m sure your brother will love to hear all about them.” It was true. Dean could tell Sam the boringest story in the world and Sam would think it was the greatest story ever told and hang on every word because Dean was telling it.
Dean had the best little brother in the world. No matter what Robbie at school liked to claim.
John could tell the wait was getting to Dean. As he shut off the Impala and the moment John had the keys in his hand, Dean already had his seatbelt undone and was anxiously waiting for his dad to get him out of the car.
“Slow down champ. Your brother and mom will be there waiting for us.” John reminded his son as he got out of the Impala and pushed the seat forward, allowing Dean to climb out as quickly as his legs would move him.
“But Dad, Mom was baking today. Who knows what she has waiting for us!” As if to prove his point Dean’s stomach let out a loud growl.
“Where do you put all that food?” John couldn’t understand it. Dean had a huge burger with fries and onion rings for lunch along with a chocolate milkshake and three bags of mini donuts!
Dean shrugged his shoulders as he patted his stomach and informed his dad with a grin, “What can I say? I’m a growing boy.”
John could only shake his head, “That you are son, that you are. Come on, let’s go feed that monster before it decides to eat us.” John teased, picking up a laughing Dean over his shoulder, and headed for their house where he had no doubt Mary and her little helper Sam had a feast waiting for them.
Setting down Dean on the step because John was well aware of the greeting that awaited them once that door opened, it was the same greeting Dean always got since Sam learned what his legs were for. ‘Even before he learned to walk Sam would go zooming off towards the door, he was a fast little guy.’ John remembers fondly all the trouble his youngest managed to find when he was crawling it had been a nightmare trying to keep Sam from out of everything only Dean had the magic touch when Dean was home Sam wasn’t too far behind.
Dean barely set foot in the house before he was tackled by a small body and knocked back into their dad’s legs.
“Dee! Dee! I made you pie!” Sam informed Dean as he beamed up at his big brother.
A bright smile broke out across Dean’s face, “You did? That’s awesome, baby boy.”
Pleased, Sam released Dean just enough to take his brother’s hand and start dragging him towards the dining room where Dean could already smell the delicious smells coming from it and his mouth began to water. “Any chance we could skip dinner and start with dessert?” Dean asked.
Halting in his tracks, Sam released Dean’s hand and turned to face his brother, his tiny hands on his hips as he glared up at him, which really made Sam look more like an angry puppy than anything. It was too damn adorable and huffed out, “We eat dinner first then pie,” Sam declared, daring his brother to disagree with his order.
Smiling at how cute his brother looked, Dean, reached out and ruffled his hair. “Whatever you say baby boy, you’re in charge here.”
Smiling at how cute his brother looked, Dean reached down and ruffled his hair. “Whatever you say baby boy, you’re in charge here.”
Sam gave a sharp nod. “That’s right.” Retaking Dean’s hand and reaching out for his dad’s with his free hand, Sam dragged the two willing men into the dining room where Mary was waiting.
Putting her hands on her hips, Mary gave both John and Dean stern looks, “I hope you two saved room for some homemade food and not fried food. I know how people get at those car shows. I will call Karen and Bobby if I think you’re lying to me.” Mary warned.
Letting go of his brother and dad’s hands, Sam turned to face them and gave his own stern finger wag. “Eat our food or no pie,” Sam warned.
Mary had to bite down on her lower lip to keep from laughing out loud at the look of horror that crossed both her husband and Dean’s faces. “Should I mention that Sam and I made homemade whipped cream for the pies?”
A tiny whimper escaped Dean’s lips as he turned pleading eyes onto his brother. There was no way that Sam could deny him pie, was there? “Sammy, you wouldn’t keep me from pie would you?” Dean asked poking out his lower lip and sending his own puppy eyes towards his brother.
Ready for that, Sam countered with his own puppy eyes as he asked his brother, “You promise to eat what mommy and I make?”
Even if he wasn’t starving, there was no way Dean could say no to those eyes. “Of course, I will Sammy; I was just joking before, you know I never turn down food.”
That was true. Sam had heard the noises that Dean’s stomach made and they had scared him the first time he heard them he thought Dean was going to eat him! “Okay, you have pie after dinner.”
“Sammy, you would make a fine lawyer,” John commented as he ruffled Sam’s hair as he moved past his two sons to greet Mary with a kiss.
Shaking his head no, Sam declared in a loud voice, “I will be a baker.”
In that moment, Mary knew that her son’s heart had been set. “And you’ll be an amazing baker.”
Smirking down at his brother, Dean teased Sam. “And since I’ll become a fireman, I will be there to put out any fires you start.”
Narrowing his eyes, Sam decided there and then at the age of four that he was going to become the best baker ever and Dean would never need to put out one of his fires.