Dean’s love for pie was no secret, and you decided his birthday deserved more than just one, so you made three. Apple, cherry, and pecan, all from scratch, despite burning yourself twice and cursing at the oven. But it was worth it when you set up the little pie buffet in the bunker’s kitchen, dimming the lights and placing a single candle on top of the apple pie. When Dean walked in, his expression was priceless. “What’s this?” he asked, eyebrows raised, though the smirk tugging at his lips gave him away. “It’s your birthday, Winchester. Make a wish.” Dean looked at the pies, then back at you. “Don’t need to. Got everything I want right here.” His words made your cheeks heat up, but you rolled your eyes. “Just blow out the candle before the wax melts all over the pie.” He chuckled, leaning down to blow it out, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his green eyes softened in the glow of the flame. Afterward, he took a small bite then he pulled you in for a kiss, tasting like pie. “Best birthday ever,” he murmured against your lips.