How to Make Apple Pie (Recipe and Drabbles)
Title: How to Make Apple Pie (and also smooch Dean)
Rating: Pg-13
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Summary: Castiel makes Dean a pie.
Credit for the recipe goes largely to Joy of Cooking, with minor variations. A simple, easy to make apple pie. As a note, I prefer green apples because they have a bit of tartness that cooks well.
Pastry Dough:
2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 1/4 teaspoons salt
3/4 cup vegetable shortening
3 tablespoons unsalted butter
6 tablespoons ice water
Sift together the flour and salt, then add shortening and butter, using your fingers to lightly work the flour mixture. Sprinkle ice water over the dough.
Dean watched Cas push the butter into the flour, only the tips of his fingers in the dough. White dusted his bare arms, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Dean leaned across the counter to capture Cas’ hand, licking away a smear of butter from his knuckle then turning his hand over to lay a kiss on his palm. He released Cas’ and sat back on the stool to watch. Cas poured water over the dough, drops trailing down his hands to draw rivulets in the flour coating his skin.
Blend the water gently into the dough until it just holds together. Divide the dough in half, shape each into a disk, and wrap in plastic wrap.
Somewhere in the distance, fires burned and someone screamed. There was something he needed to be doing but Dean was trapped in the moment, unable to focus on anything more than the blood, the pain, and the ache in his head. Another shriek and he fell to his knees, the wall next to him no longer sufficient support. The sudden drop pulled his wounds and blackness threatened to overtake him. One hand clutched his stomach and with the other he tried to drag himself back up. Then a coat wrapped around him, followed by warm arms, and they were gone.
Apple Pie:
2 1/2 pounds apples
3/4 cups sugar
3 tablespoons flour
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/8 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons unsalted butter
To prepare: Line a nine inch pie pan with half the dough. Preheat the oven to 425 degrees Fahrenheit. Peel, core, and slice apples.
Dean offered to help with the apples and was refused with a polite frown. Cas peeled each one carefully, knife drawing a single perfect twist of peel off every apple, then halving and coring them with a few deft motions. When he had a line of perfect halves, Cas set aside the paring knife and picked up a larger one and began slicing the apples. Cas finished the apples and pulled a single piece from pile, offering it up. Dean bit down on it, chewing as Cas’ pruned fingers ran along his cheek. Dean swallowed, Castiel went back to work.
Combine sugar, flour, cinnamon and salt. Stir in the apples by handfuls, making sure they are coated. Let stand for fifteen minutes so the apples will soften.
He’d lost Sam and the other hunters awhile ago in one of the many twisting corridors. Dean ducked into the next room, checking to make sure it was clear, then performing the cleansing ritual. He chalked devil’s traps onto the walls, finishing with a mark on the door to let the other’s know who’d cleared the room. The next room wasn’t empty. He sent the demon back to hell but the girl was already dead. He salted and burned her body before finishing the room. Several rooms later he paused to tie a bandage around a gash in his arm.
Layer the apples in the pie crust, dotting layers with thin slices of the butter. Cover the pie with the upper crust and notch the crust with the tip of a knife. Sprinkle the top of the crust with cinnamon and sugar.
The rest of the pie went quickly, Cas mixing and then filling the pie crust, placing each apple in with care. Dean watched intently even though his energy was flagging. When Cas put the final touches on the pie and slipped it into the oven to bake, Dean let himself slouch back in his seat. Cas walked around the counter to stand between Dean’s legs. He licked his own hands clean then pulled Dean close, their foreheads touching and Dean closed the distance to steal a cinnamon sweet kiss. The air in the kitchen began to smell of apples baking.
Bake for thirty minutes. Reduce oven temperature to 350 degrees Fahrenheit and bake thirty minutes more. Cool on a rack.
Dean stood next to Sam, watching the assembled hunters talk amongst themselves. Bobby was moving from group to group explaining the plan. Sam was annoyed at being forced to sit quietly but Dean was content to be relegated to the background. It gave him more time to speculate on Castiel’s notable absence the last week. Unfortunately, they didn’t have time to wait. Cas would show up or he wouldn’t, and Dean would fight either way. Finally, just as Dean was considering charging in by himself, they were ready to go. He spared a last look around before passing the gate.
Serve a la mode.
Cas finished the pie, made Dean wait until he deemed it sufficiently cool before cutting a slice and covering it with a scoop of ice cream almost as large as the piece itself. He walked back to stand in front of Dean, holding the plate out of reach. Dean sat back, allowing Cas to feed him forkfuls of pie and ice cream interspersed with open mouthed kisses. When it was gone, the fork clicking on the plate, Cas tried to step away but Dean caught him, led him away from the dirty dishes in the sink and towards the bedroom.
Rating: Pg-13
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Summary: Castiel makes Dean a pie.
Credit for the recipe goes largely to Joy of Cooking, with minor variations. A simple, easy to make apple pie. As a note, I prefer green apples because they have a bit of tartness that cooks well.
Pastry Dough:
2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 1/4 teaspoons salt
3/4 cup vegetable shortening
3 tablespoons unsalted butter
6 tablespoons ice water
Sift together the flour and salt, then add shortening and butter, using your fingers to lightly work the flour mixture. Sprinkle ice water over the dough.
Dean watched Cas push the butter into the flour, only the tips of his fingers in the dough. White dusted his bare arms, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Dean leaned across the counter to capture Cas’ hand, licking away a smear of butter from his knuckle then turning his hand over to lay a kiss on his palm. He released Cas’ and sat back on the stool to watch. Cas poured water over the dough, drops trailing down his hands to draw rivulets in the flour coating his skin.
Blend the water gently into the dough until it just holds together. Divide the dough in half, shape each into a disk, and wrap in plastic wrap.
Somewhere in the distance, fires burned and someone screamed. There was something he needed to be doing but Dean was trapped in the moment, unable to focus on anything more than the blood, the pain, and the ache in his head. Another shriek and he fell to his knees, the wall next to him no longer sufficient support. The sudden drop pulled his wounds and blackness threatened to overtake him. One hand clutched his stomach and with the other he tried to drag himself back up. Then a coat wrapped around him, followed by warm arms, and they were gone.
Apple Pie:
2 1/2 pounds apples
3/4 cups sugar
3 tablespoons flour
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/8 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons unsalted butter
To prepare: Line a nine inch pie pan with half the dough. Preheat the oven to 425 degrees Fahrenheit. Peel, core, and slice apples.
Dean offered to help with the apples and was refused with a polite frown. Cas peeled each one carefully, knife drawing a single perfect twist of peel off every apple, then halving and coring them with a few deft motions. When he had a line of perfect halves, Cas set aside the paring knife and picked up a larger one and began slicing the apples. Cas finished the apples and pulled a single piece from pile, offering it up. Dean bit down on it, chewing as Cas’ pruned fingers ran along his cheek. Dean swallowed, Castiel went back to work.
Combine sugar, flour, cinnamon and salt. Stir in the apples by handfuls, making sure they are coated. Let stand for fifteen minutes so the apples will soften.
He’d lost Sam and the other hunters awhile ago in one of the many twisting corridors. Dean ducked into the next room, checking to make sure it was clear, then performing the cleansing ritual. He chalked devil’s traps onto the walls, finishing with a mark on the door to let the other’s know who’d cleared the room. The next room wasn’t empty. He sent the demon back to hell but the girl was already dead. He salted and burned her body before finishing the room. Several rooms later he paused to tie a bandage around a gash in his arm.
Layer the apples in the pie crust, dotting layers with thin slices of the butter. Cover the pie with the upper crust and notch the crust with the tip of a knife. Sprinkle the top of the crust with cinnamon and sugar.
The rest of the pie went quickly, Cas mixing and then filling the pie crust, placing each apple in with care. Dean watched intently even though his energy was flagging. When Cas put the final touches on the pie and slipped it into the oven to bake, Dean let himself slouch back in his seat. Cas walked around the counter to stand between Dean’s legs. He licked his own hands clean then pulled Dean close, their foreheads touching and Dean closed the distance to steal a cinnamon sweet kiss. The air in the kitchen began to smell of apples baking.
Bake for thirty minutes. Reduce oven temperature to 350 degrees Fahrenheit and bake thirty minutes more. Cool on a rack.
Dean stood next to Sam, watching the assembled hunters talk amongst themselves. Bobby was moving from group to group explaining the plan. Sam was annoyed at being forced to sit quietly but Dean was content to be relegated to the background. It gave him more time to speculate on Castiel’s notable absence the last week. Unfortunately, they didn’t have time to wait. Cas would show up or he wouldn’t, and Dean would fight either way. Finally, just as Dean was considering charging in by himself, they were ready to go. He spared a last look around before passing the gate.
Serve a la mode.
Cas finished the pie, made Dean wait until he deemed it sufficiently cool before cutting a slice and covering it with a scoop of ice cream almost as large as the piece itself. He walked back to stand in front of Dean, holding the plate out of reach. Dean sat back, allowing Cas to feed him forkfuls of pie and ice cream interspersed with open mouthed kisses. When it was gone, the fork clicking on the plate, Cas tried to step away but Dean caught him, led him away from the dirty dishes in the sink and towards the bedroom.