Dean X-Reader - Patchwork Hunter - Cookies

   "Dean, where do you think you're going with that?" You cross your arms and stare at Dean as he attempts to exit the kitchen with a spoonful of chocolate chip cookie dough.

    "With what?" He takes a bite of the dough and makes his way over to the couch.

    "You know what. Geez, can I make anything in this house that you won't eat?"

    "Not really." He admits. "You should be taking it as a compliment to your cooking."

    "Really? I should be taking a compliment from the guy who will eat anything from anywhere as long as it's junk food?"

    "I only eat it if it tastes good."

    Sighing, you walk into the kitchen and start digging around for your metal cookie sheet. When you stand up from looking in the drawer under the stove, you catch Dean trying to sneak another spoonful and smack his hand away with a spatula you grab from the counter.

    "You already had one!" You scold.

    "But I have to check every bit of it to make sure it isn't poisoned. You could have used bad eggs by accident."

    "Whatever. Get."

    He quickly scoops the spoon into the bowl, snatching a bit more of the dough before running to hide on the other side of the fridge. In a few seconds, he comes back out, spoon empty, and heads for the bowl. Before he can make out with any more, you position yourself in front of the bowl, arms crossed.

    "You've had enough, mister."

    "Agree to disagree." He tries to reach his arm around you.

    "Back away from the cookie dough."

    "Oh, I need to ask nicely, don't I?" He rests his free hand on the edge of the cupboard and leans in to kiss you.

    You don't reject the kiss, but you take hold of his other wrist to make sure he doesn't take any more of the cookie dough. This just makes him try harder, leaning into the kiss and moving his other hand to rest between your shoulders as he presses you backwards against the edge of the cupboard, all the while trying to pull his spoon hand free and sneak more of the dough. It takes him a minute and an oxygen break, but he manages to scoop just a little onto the tip of the spoon.

    "Dean, put it back."

    "Nah. I might be willing to share though." He brings the spoon up to your mouth and tries to hand feed it to you. "Come on. You know you want it."

    You keep your lips pressed shut, trying to dodge him and trying not to giggle. It doesn't take long before you break, giving him a weakness to exploit when you open your mouth just a little. He slips the spoon inside, and you have no choice but to eat the dough.

    "Told you it tasted good." He leans in for another kiss when you swallow.

    "Never said I doubted you." You say when he breaks the kiss. "But you know Sam's gonna want cookies when he gets back."

    "You told him you were making some?"

    "No."

    "Then he never has to know you started."

    You sigh and grin at him, knowing exactly what he's inferring.

    "Fine." You give in. "But next time you have to wait for the actual cookies."

    "Deal." He grabs the bowl and heads for the living room.

    You grab a second spoon from the silverware drawer and follow him. Within moments, you're both seated on the couch watching crap TV and indulging yourselves on the raw cookie dough. By the time Sam walks through the door, you've each realized that - even with two people - eating an entire batch of raw cookie dough is not the best idea. You've put the dirty bowl and spoons in the dishwasher so Sam won't see them, and because the evidence is hidden, he has no idea why his brother is lying on his side on the couch with you on the other end, both of you feeling rather sick.

    "Did you two eat something that was past it's 'best buy' date?"

    "Shut up Sam." Dean moans.

    "Geez. Hey, (y/n)?"

    "Yeah?"

    "I was thinking, it's been a while since you made chocolate chip cookies, and they would taste good after dinner."