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Not sure that people do this anymore but full disclaimer I don't own, nor am I affiliated with, the writers, owners, producers, etc of Supernatural the TV show. I'm just a humble fan trying to hone my craft and it just so happens that I love the show.

Honey & Hell Hounds starts just after Season 3 Episode 2. Part 1 will end with Season 3 Episode 16. Part 2 will pick up from there!

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Pie, Dimples, and Silverware

"'Yello," Bobby's casual greeting crackled over the line.

"Hey Bobby," Dean responded with a smile. No matter what was going on in the world Bobby's voice was always a comfort.

"You boys a'right?" Bobby followed up when Dean didn't immediately ask a question.

"Yeah, we're fine, just dropping you a line on our way upstate. Gotta possible case up in Marietta, Vermont. Heard of it?" Dean asked while eyeing the map in Sammy's lap.

"Yea', I heard of it. Nice place, good people. I'm surprised to hear there's a case up that way though. Lou keeps a pretty good eye out," Bobby mused.

"Lou?" Dean echoed. "I don't think I know a Lou."

"Of course, you don't know Lou, ya idjit," Bobby snapped. "What kinda case ya thinkin'?"

"Just a questionable amount of unexplained deaths, going on a hunch really," Dean replied truthfully. Even if it was just a hunch, it was the only thing either of them could catch a bite on and Dean was thankful for any case. He hated being idle. The less work they had the more likely he was to let his mind wonder to the hell hounds.

"Fair enough. Listen, I'll make sure Lou knows y'all are coming. You'll want to meet up at a shop in town called The Windowsill," Bobby explained.

"The Windowsill? What the hell is that?" Dean practically sneered.

"You'll like it, trust me. They sell pie," Bobby answered.

Dean brightened up at that prospect. "Pie?"

"Yes pie," he repeated in exasperation. "Lou 'll probably put you up while you're in town, so be on your best behavior. Ya hear?"

"Yeah, yeah. We'll call if things get interesting." Dean rolled his eyes at Sammy.

"A'right. Talk at cha later." With that, Bobby hung up, and Dean snapped his phone shut.

"Who the hell is Lou?" Sammy's brow was knitted with its usual concern.

Dean shrugged. "Friend of Bobby's, I guess. Bobby says he'll put us up while we're in town?"

Sammy's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "A hunter?"

Dean's hand tightened on the wheel. "Bobby didn't say exactly. Just said that 'Lou keeps an eye out.' Whatever that means."

"Retired maybe?" Sammy suggested.

Dean was wracking his brain trying to think of stories that he might have heard with Lou's name, but he came up blank.

"Maybe…" Dean muttered to himself "Either way, we're getting free digs and there's gonna be pie so- I'm game." Dean flashed a grin and reached over to turn up the radio.

It was just approaching evening as the brothers came up on their destination. It turned out the town of Marietta was picture perfect. Dean drove past charming farmhouses with idealistic red barns and as they got into the town the roads shifted from asphalt to brick. Each street was lined with classic wrought iron streetlamps that lit up quaint Victorian townhouses and neat rows of shops all leading to the center of town.

Right on the corner of Main Street sat The Windowsill shop. Underneath the name of the cafe were the words: 'Pies. Coffee. Quiches.'

The big glass pane was framed like a homey kitchen window with soft pink gingham curtains and a clean white counter stretched across the bottom like a windowsill lined with perfect looking pies.

"Thank God for Pie," Dean swore to himself as he parked the Impala.

Sammy scoffed, but looked just as eager to get out of the car after such a long drive.

Dean parked the Impala right up front and practically jumped out of the car and to the door of the shop.

Opening the door let out a rush of scents. The smell of pastry and coffee wrapped him up and carried the more subtle scents of apples and chocolate. There was even a sinful hint of bacon hiding among the melody of sweet smells.

His mouth instantly watered as he whispered aloud, "It's heaven."

He didn't even bother waiting for Sammy. There were two people in matching pink gingham aprons talking at the register as Dean eyed the rows of pie leading him to check out. The two employees appeared to be a teenager and their manager, and while Dean didn't want to interrupt, he did desperately want pie.

With a big goofy grin spread from ear to ear he bounced into place opposite them.

"Excuse me, but um, which one of these is making the bacon smell?" he enquired.

The woman responded with a laugh. "That would be the 'Don't Go Bacon My Heart' Quiche.'" She gave a flirty wink and chuckled at her own joke. "Depending on how long you're in town we have a Bourbon Bacon Pecan Pie, a Bacon Apple Cheddar Pie, and a Maple Breakfast quiche, which, of course, includes bacon."

Dean thought he might cry as he said, "This really is heaven."

The young woman gave him an inviting smile. "That's what we strive for."

Dean couldn't help but be just as swept up by her as he was by the pie. She looked warm and happy. She had a pleasantly plump figure with a creamy complexion, soft honey brown curls, and flushed cheeks with dimples he could drown in.

Sammy cleared his throat behind Dean and effectively snapped him out of his trance.

Dean gave the woman a tilted grin as he ordered, "I'll take one of those Bacon ones, a slice of apple, and a slice of cherry."

"Ice cream or whipped cream with either of those?" she asked casually watching the teenager use the register.

Dean's eyes widened at the prospect. "Dear God, BOTH."

The woman gave another small laugh. "Warmed up?"

Dean nodded vigorously as he added, "And a cup of joe."

The woman gave a curt nod in reply and pointed to something on the screen while the teenager placed his order.

"And you?" She turned her pretty eyes up to Sammy and Dean couldn't help but be disappointed at losing her attention.

"I'll take one of the Mini Green Monster Quiches and some coffee," Sam ordered carelessly.

The young woman tilted her head to one side. "No pie?"

"Health Nut," Dean muttered accusingly.

"You know I have fresh Peach Pie, which is very good for you. Peaches are chock full of Vitamins and antioxidants. It even has an almond flour crust," she said proudly.

Sammy raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Cross my heart," she responded, crossing her heart with a wicked smile.

Sammy gave in with half a smile back and a shrug. "Alright then. Peach pie it is."

The woman beamed and handed them two empty coffee mugs. "Perfect, I'll get on that and Anna here will check you boys out. Take a seat wherever you like."

She turned on her heels and busied herself with cutting the pies. Dean paid and stuffed a few extra dollars in the tip jar before meandering to the coffee bar with a happy hum.

Sammy found a place for them to sit and leaned over the table with a low voice, "Did you notice the door handle?"

Dean was lost in his coffee when he answered, "Hm?"

"The door handle was made of old silverware," Sam explained. "Real silver."

"What?" Dean peered over Sam's shoulder.

"Yeah, it could just be trendy or whatever, but I thought it was weird." Sammy straightened up in his seat as the young woman rounded the counter with a tray of food.

She set each plate down with a smile and placed a napkin full of silverware on the table.

"Let me know if you need anything else," she said cheerfully.

Dean couldn't help but smile back. Damn she was cute, her ponytail bounced as she sauntered away, and Dean leaned back a little to watch her go.

"This is real silverware too," Sam hissed. "Do you think Bobby meant that Lou owned this place?"

Dean's mouth was already full when he glanced around at the pink aprons and curtains. The tables and chairs were painted various shades of pastel and the pies were all served on mismatched floral china. The whole place had a fifties kitchen mixed with a grandma's place vibe, and Dean had a hard time picturing any hunter running this kind of place.

"I donno, I mean I was picturing an old guy with a baseball card collection but maybe he's the dainty sort?" Dean said it, but he wasn't convinced, and to top it off he didn't really care one way or the other. "Whatever man, I'm not spoiling this food with any more talk."

He took another heavenly mouthful and groaned happily.

"De-" Sammy started, and Dean put a hand up.

"You're ruining my moment," Dean declared with head bowed and his eyes closed.

Sammy snorted and picked up his own mini quiche. He took a bite and his eyes widened.

"Holy shit." Sam stared down at the food.

"Right?" Dean smiled and then firmly demanded, "Now shut up and eat."

The brothers ate in blissful silence until the young woman made her way back to the table with a pot of coffee in hand.

"Refill?" She asked.

Dean was scrapping every last crumb from his plate as he shook his head. "I'm gonna let the taste of pie linger."

"I'll take another, thanks." Sammy held out his cup and the young woman obliged. "Hey, um, we're supposed to be meeting someone here. His name is Lou, do you know him?"

The woman blinked slowly and then buried a smile. "Lou, huh?"

"Yeah, he's a friend of the family that our uncle told us to look up while we were in town," Dean explained.

"Bobby wouldn't happen to be your uncle, now would he?" she answered with a mischievous tone.

"Yeah, actually he is. You know him?" Sammy glanced at Dean with one eyebrow raised.

The woman was unable to contain her laughter. "You could say that. Let me make sure things are in order here, and then I can take you over to Lou's place."

She left the table without letting them answer and spoke with the teenager Anna for a few moments before taking off her apron and heading back to the table.

"Alright boys let's go. I'm in the little blue pickup truck. You can just follow me." She flashed a grin over her shoulder and walked off, again not giving them the opportunity to respond.

Dean regretfully set down the plate he was contemplating licking clean, and the two brothers hurried after her.

The little pickup whipped around the corner and then waited patiently for them to pull out of their parking space before continuing. By the streetlamps he could just barely tell that it was painted a perfect pearly blue for the cheerful waitress. He'd been a little distracted by the pie today, but he was hoping that tomorrow he would get the chance to hit on her.

She drove them just past the edge of town and pulled onto a gravel driveway with a mailbox labeled 'Lou Smith'. The long driveway wound its way through dense woods, and Dean felt an itch of mistrust and apprehension, but he thought about the silver and the fact that the girl knew Bobby without them even saying his name and decided it was probably alright. A few minutes later they finally pulled into a clearing with a white Victorian Farmhouse looming in the tree line.

The waitress drove around the back of the house to carriage style garage and got out to open the old wooden doors. She waved them on so that they could park first and then hopped back into her truck and parked next to them.

There was a third car in the garage, but it was covered with an old canvas tarp and Dean found himself getting more and more curious about what kind of man Lou was. A shut-in maybe?

As he got out of the car he glanced over at the house and it dawned on him that while the porch lights were on, not a single light was on inside the house.

The young woman smiled at them as she came around the back of her truck.

"You boys sure are trusting for Hunters," she teased.

Dean tensed a little but reminded himself that she knew Bobby. "We go by word of mouth, Bobby sent us to Lou and you know both of them."

She smiled. "Bobby's good people, but I think he's having a bit of fun at your expense today."

Sammy and Dean glanced at each other and then back at the woman as she made her way to the porch and flashed the brothers her keys over her shoulder. Dean briefly caught sight of a small stuffed animal hanging off the key ring.

"Come on boys, let's get you settled for the night." She laughed as she unlocked the door and pushed it open, leaving the boys out in the cold as she traipsed in and started flipping on lights.

When the brother's called Bobby he did have a good chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah. Real funny Bobby." Sammy rolled his eyes and Lou laughed openly.

"I mean, it sort of was? I can't believe you let me drive you all the way out here and parked your car in the garage and everything." Lou was holding her stomach as she laughed.

"Well, you knew Bobby, and worst case I figured we could take you," Dean replied defensively. Lou snorted and Dean snapped, "You're the one that's too trusting. We could have been possessed or anything."

Lou rolled her eyes. "Puhlease. You both touched the silver, and there was a devil's trap in the ceiling of my shop and the garage. Plus, I have a salt line glued to the door jamb. If you were a threat you wouldn't have made it this far."

Dean paused. "You glued salt where?"

"On that thing where the door butts up against the floor. I glued a salt line to it. All the doors and windows have it… do you not do that?" she asked seriously.

Dean blinked, only slightly impressed by the idea, but he quickly covered with a scoff. "Of course, but the door jamb is on the side not the bottom."

"Well then what's the thing on the bottom called?" Lou snapped back.

"It's called a threshold," he answered, proud of himself for knowing what it called.

Lou bristled. "Well that sounds stupid. It's all formal and shit."

Dean shrugged dismissively. "Hey man, it's not my fault. That's just what it's called."

Lou wrinkled her nose. "Whatever. Point being, I wasn't in any danger."

"Well- " Dean started.

"Well nothing!" Bobby's voice crackled over speaker phone, "If you two could refrain from flirting for just a moment, I'll properly introduce ya."

Lou stuck out her tongue at the phone even though Bobby couldn't see her and then obviously avoided making eye contact with Dean.

"Lou here is the daughter of an old acquaintance, Stanly Grosbin. He passed through there oh, ten or so years ago and uh…" Bobby trailed off.

"Died," Lou finished for him. "He died."

Lou's eyes briefly glossed over, but she cleared her throat and continued, "Anyway, this little old lady we rescued offered to take me in. She gave me a home here and when she passed, she left me everything and I stuck around. I don't regularly hunt anymore, but I do my best to keep the town safe and give hunters a place to stay."

She smiled at the Winchesters, and Dean fought to keep his heart from skipping a beat.

"Now, you boys best behave yourselves while you're there. If you make a mess of her house, I'll drive all the way there to put cha in your place," Bobby warned.

Dean took the opportunity to glance around the house again and realized that while the furnishings and style was old fashioned, it was extremely clean. The wooden floors shone, the mantle was dust free, and it even smelled clean.

"I'll do my best to clean up after Dean." Sammy smirked and Lou laughed.

"I had a feeling you would be the messy one," she teased, throwing Dean a wicked smile.

"Don't let Sam fool you, they're both slobs," Bobby corrected.

"Look who's talking, you own a junkyard, Bobby," Sammy snapped back.

"A junkyard is messy by definition; her house is a fully restored Victorian ya idjit." Bobby sighed heavily. "Alright, enough bickering. I've done my due diligence. You boys be safe, and it was nice chatting with you, Lou."

"You too Bobby. You should come visit again soon," Lou said with a wisp of sadness in her voice.

"I can probably manage that. You know I'll be there in the fall. I wouldn't miss your pumpkin pie if you paid me." Bobby's tone was a little softer than Dean expected it to be.

"I'll make sure to save you a whole pie. Bye Bobby. Love you." Lou smiled warmly.

"You too sweet pea. Bye boys." And with that the phone clicked off.

Dean and Sammy both stared at Lou bewildered. Neither of them had seen, or heard, Bobby be that… affectionate?

Sammy cleared his throat. "You and Bobby must be close, huh?"

Lou just smiled. "Yeah. I'd probably have ended up with him if Ms. Roe hadn't offered to take me in. He visited a lot when I first moved in, but he only comes a few times a year now. He talks about you boys a lot, so, it's a bit odd to meet you in person. I feel sorta like I know you already."

"You talk to him a lot?" Dean asked.

"A few times a week, don't you?" Lou asked innocently.

Dean cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Well, I mean we call him about cases and stuff."

"Oh." Lou looked puzzled. "He talks about you so fondly I always pictured you guys talking all the time." She laughed. "I suppose that's just like boys though. God forbid you act like you like each other." Lou yawned and then smiled sheepishly. "Well, I gotta be up in a few hours so let me give you a tour before I head to bed."

She fished two small keyrings from her pocket and handed one to each of them.

"The keys are all labeled," she explained. "And since you're Bobby's boys you can keep those for good in case you ever come back to town. Just make sure to let me know if you lose them. There's an alarm code for the door, and I'll set y'all both up with your own code. The barn has got a backhoe, in case you gotta burry something, and some other bulk supplies. It's also set up for a demon should the need arise. Follow me."

She led them back to the front door and walked them both through setting up a code using a small panel next to the coat rack. "Next time you come by you can come right in. Normally I give people a temporary password but since Bobby's vouched for you, I think permanent ones are ok."

Lou winked at Dean and he responded with a sexy grin. He could have sworn he caught a faint blush across her cheeks, but she turned away before he could be sure.

"The living room, of course, is where we just were. There's cable on the tv, but no pay-per-view. This is the Library and the weapons cabinet is in here too. The dining room, nothing special going on in here, and the kitchen." She paused with a content sigh. "This room is my favorite. Help yourself to anything you want. And upstairs the tour continues."

"This room is yours Sammy." She pointed to the left. "And this one is yours." She directed Dean to the right. "The bathroom is down the hall. There are towels in your rooms and soap in the shower. I keep some spare toiletries under the sink in case they're needed, so help yourself. The sheets are fresh, and the drawers are empty, if you're so inclined. I've got some laundry to do tomorrow so if you leave yours in the baskets by your door, I'll throw your stuff in."

She turned on her heels to face them. "Now, if there's anything else, too bad." She laughed at her own joke before continuing, "But seriously, anything else you think you might need to know before tomorrow?"

Sammy responded first, "No way, you've done more than enough. This is like five-star treatment for us, Lou. Thank you."

"I'm happy to help." Lou stepped forward and to his surprise hugged Sammy. Their height difference was comical, and Dean stifled a laugh before realizing this probably meant that he would get a hug as well.

Just as he hoped she reached out and hugged him next. It was divine, her head tucked under his chin effortlessly and she smelled faintly of pie crust.

Dean cleared his throat when she pulled away, and Sammy's social anxiety forehead wrinkles were running up into his hair line.

"It's really good to finally meet you guys. Sleep good, alright?" And with that she turned and headed up to the third floor.

Dean turned to Sammy with his arms outstretched. "I think we literally found paradise."

Sammy rolled his eyes. "Come on Dean."

"I'm serious man, there's pie, the digs are free and there are no bed bugs or hourly rates, there's a fully stocked kitchen, there are soft hugs from a pretty girl, and there's pie," Dean counted the reasons off on his fingers as he listed them.

"You mentioned food three times," Sammy dead panned.

"Food is important, specifically, pie is important. Not to mention did you hear the part about a backhoe? We won't even have to use shovels while we're here. It's not even real-life Sammy. It's like a fantasy," Dean pointed out.

"Your fantasy is hunting with access to a backhoe and some pie?" Sammy questioned.

"It's pretty fucking close," Dean answered with complete seriousness.

"It feels a little too good to be true," Sam said quietly looking up the stairs to make sure Lou wasn't there listening.

"Bobby vouched for her man." Dean followed his glance.

"Nobody is that prepared for anything," Sam's voice was stern and untrusting.

"Dude, back off. Bobby vouched for her," Dean repeated. "She's had ten years to set up and a little old lady's family fortune. If I had that kind of time and money, I'd do the same. Plus, she said she lets hunters stay here when they pass through. She's clearly had experience with unexpected guests."

Sam considered this for a moment but still seemed unconvinced.

"Look, until we have concrete evidence to the contrary, I say we trust her," Dean's tone was definitive, and Sammy relented.

"Alright." He sighed.

"Now, let's go to sleep in our separate rooms, on non-motel mattresses. Okay buddy?" Dean slapped him on the shoulder with a grin.

"Right." Sammy rolled his eyes. "Good night Dean."

"Night Sammy," Dean said cheerfully heading to his room.

Hello again readers! This is my first story on in quite a while, this story is also posted on AO3. I've been working up to writing a full novel and I'm using this as an opportunity to test my skill. Please feel free to give any constructive criticism you might have. I'm striving for improvement with every chapter!

Fair warning this story is already mostly written and I have just under 200 hundred pages so far. So if you're looking for a long term read I'm your girl, if not... you should probably stop here.