#round23

Eileen walked into her small cottage kitchen with her arms full of grocery bags. Setting the bags on the counter, she started unloading each item, thinking about what she would need. She sensed another presence in the room and wasn’t at all surprised when a pair of strong arms suddenly snaked across her slightly swollen belly, pulling her into a tight embrace.

“Hello, Sam,” she said as she turned around in his arms and came face to face with his gleaming hazel eyes, long locks, and pleasant smile. “Did you get the flour?”

“Of course,” Sam replied, kissing her on the mouth as she settled into his arms. “I got a little extra, just in case. Are you sure we have everything we need?”

“Don’t worry,” Eileen replied with a smile. She raised her hands to sign as she spoke, happy when Sam followed her cue. He’d gotten pretty good at sign language throughout their relationship, and she had even taught him a few hunters lingo signs. “Our first Thanksgiving in Ireland is going to be perfect. When does Dean’s flight come in, by the way?”

“In a few hours,” Sam replied. “I hope the traffic into Limerick won’t be too bad. It’s not like Thanksgiving is a big thing around here.”

“No,” Eileen confirmed. “But it will be in our house.” Eileen smiled as Sam’s eyes traveled down to her belly, lingering on the small bulge only slightly visible through her sweater. “Does he know about this?” she gestured to her belly.

“No,” Sam admitted. “I’ve been figuring out how to tell him. I don’t know how he’ll take it. Dean’s always been wary of the whole family thing considering the life we had growing up. And you know, there’s the hunting.”

“Well there have been hunters who have raised families,” Eileen pointed out, signing pointedly before turning to look through her groceries. Sure this baby had been a surprise, neither of them had been planning for it, and Dean was already disgruntled at them for getting a place in Ireland and forcing him to face the dreaded airport to see them. Eileen is surprised he hadn’t tried to drive the impala across the Atlantic ocean.

It wasn’t as if they lived in Ireland permanently. They still spend half the year in the states, living out of the bunker, but when Eileen received news that her grandfather’s farm outside her hometown was for sale, there was no way she wasn’t going to jump on the chance.

“I have a good way of easing Dean into the idea of us living here,” Sam signed when she turned back to look at him as she busied herself with pulling out the appropriate pots and pans. “By making sure this Thanksgiving is incredible. Especially the pie part.”

“Well, let's see,” Eileen went over all the dishes in her head. “We have the goose in the oven already.” She smirked as Sam inhaled the aroma wafting out from the oven. Sam thought it would be funny to mess with Dean by adding small touches of Ireland to the Thanksgiving feast Dean was no doubt expecting. A goose instead of a turkey. Blood sausage. Roasted Brussel sprouts and parsnips.

“What about the pies?” Sam asked with concern. “That’s pretty important. We can’t skimp on the pies.”

Eileen only rolled her eyes at that, though she gave him an amused smirk. “How does French silk pie sound?” she asked. “Satin silk pie to be exact.”

Sam gave her a blank stare which told her he’d never heard of this particular pie before. She smiled as she lined up all the ingredients for him. “Its like chocolate pudding pie but a little more complex. It’s made with dark chocolate. Think he’d like that?”

“Dean likes anything pie related,” Sam replied as Eileen pulled up the recipe on her phone and handed it to him and watching him get to work on mixing the ingredients together. Eileen watched him fondly for a while. She enjoyed cooking together with Sam. The two planned their meals together, and Eileen enjoyed introducing him to the dishes of Europe that he wasn’t used to in the states.

She could hardly anticipate what came next. Or she probably should have, this ritual of cooking together usually involved some after cooking romance, but not long after the final touches were made on Thanksgiving dinner, Eileen found herself with her face buried in a pillow, moaning and whimpering in pleasure as Sam ground into her from behind.

He gripped her hips hard as she rocked back and forth with a desperate ferocity that she was sure would cause sparks if that were possible. Shouting out a few curse words as she was overcome with the tantalizing pleasure as she felt him grip her hips, squeezing them hard as he brought her to climax one more time before releasing as well.

“Oh shit, Sam…” Eileen gasped as she rolled onto her back, panting for air, her naked body heaving and glistening with the heat of passion. Sam only responded with a chuckle as he leaned forward and kissed her belly, pressing a hand to her skin as he gazed across her flushed body at her.

“I should get ready to head to the airport,” he suggested as he pressed a kiss into her skin. “Will you two be fine while I’m gone?”

“We’ll try to manage,” Eileen responded, squirming a little as a lock of Sam’s hair tickled her sensitive skin.

Eileen watched the love of her life get dressed and head out the bedroom door. She heard the front door close moments later. Not bothering to get dressed just yet, she meandered out of the bedroom, goosebumps erupting on her skin as she moved through the house, flipping on the heater as she passed the thermostat.

She came into the kitchen, smiling at the feast they had put together. Of course, there was still plenty to do, and Sam would be back before it was completed, but Eileen had to admire the french silk pie sitting on the counter, waiting eagerly for Dean to arrive. She checked the turkey before heading back to the room to change, making sure to wear something baggy to hide her belly. She didn’t want it to be the first thing Dean noticed when he got there.