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Baker’s Dream, Part 1

Pairing: Sam x Reader

You sat by yourself in the hotel bar, swirling the contents of your drink with a straw. You had accompanied your friends to their corporate party, against your better judgment. They left your side in pursuit of their office crushes, but promised they would be back.

After about a half an hour by yourself, you scanned the room for your friends. You froze when you saw your ex-husband, Eric with his new wife. His new younger wife. That was enough for you to turn around and make a beeline out of the party and into the hotel bar.

"Another drink, miss?" asked the bartender. You nodded, "And a shot of tequila, please," you requested.

"Whoa, that's either a really bad day at work, or an unfortunate encounter with an ex," a deep voice to your left said.

You turned your barstool in the direction of the voice. You then found yourself face-to-chest with a crisp, white button down shirt, the top two buttons undone. You looked up to see the warmest hazel eyes and softest smile on the most gorgeous face you'd seen in your life. You ran your hand across the bottom of your chin in a subtle check to make sure your mouth wasn't hanging open.

"Both, actually," you replied, once you regained the power of speech. "I got talked into coming to this party by my friends, who promptly ditched me to chase after their office crushes. I don't even work with them. But then to top it all off, I ran into my ex-husband and his new, younger wife," you finished bitterly.

"Yikes, that has to hurt. I can't see why any man would want to leave you for someone else, let alone someone younger. She'd have to be what, a teenager?" he remarked, taking a seat next to you.

You burst out laughing at his remark, and he joined in. You noticed his dimples when he showed his perfect white teeth in a heart-stopping smile.

"Very smooth, Mr.?" you inquired.

"Winchester. Sam Winchester. I'm general counsel for Winchester Enterprises, my brother, Dean is the CEO. Or, will be when and/or if my father ever decides to retire," he answered.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Winchester," you returned as you introduced yourself. You signaled to the bartender. "Another shot of tequila, please?" you ordered, grinning at Sam. "Help me celebrate the end of a very long week by having a drink with me?" you asked.

"How can I refuse such a simple request from a beautiful woman? Bartender, bring on the limes!" he exclaimed. "So, who's your ex?"

"Eric Stewart. We were married for seven years, but I found out he'd been cheating on me with her for the past two. She's his paralegal assistant, for goodness sake, how cliché is that?? The late nights, the broken dates. I should've known," you remarked softly.

Sam reached over and took your hand in his, tracing imaginary circles with his thumb across the back. "I'm sorry he hurt you like that. You seem like the type of person who says what she means and means what she says. If you said 'till death do us part', you meant that, and have every right to expect that from your partner," he finished.

"Thank you, Sam. Maybe there's hope for the male species after all," you winked. "So what brings you in here? Bad week or unfortunate encounter with an ex?" you asked.

"Long week, and a run-in with my ex-girlfriend and ex-assistant Amelia. I told her it was over months ago, but she can't seem to take 'no' for an answer," he replied. "She's at the party right now, probably trying to find me."

He ran his hand through his long chestnut locks, then looked into your eyes as a plan formed in his mind. "Maybe we could help each other out. Would you like to accompany me back to my party? I could introduce you as my girlfriend, which would get Amelia to back off and make your ex jealous," he grinned.

"Sam, you don't know me. You and I don't run in the same circles. No one's ever going to believe that I'm your girlfriend," you remarked. I mean, have you looked at yourself in the mirror?" Oh god, stop talking! you admonished yourself.

"What? I see a strong, independent, gorgeous woman who deserves to get a little revenge on her ex-husband. I know who he is, and believe me, you're much better off without him," Sam remarked. "Besides, I wouldn't mind rubbing it in his face a little that you 'traded up' from him to me," he smirked.

"Hmm. That would be nice, and you are definitely a step up from Eric," you murmured. "Why not, Sam? Sounds intriguing," you grinned.

Sam offered his hand to help you down from the barstool. He gave you a minute to get your balance, then offered his arm. "Shall we?" he asked, looking down into your eyes.

You shot him your most dazzling smile and nodded. "We shall," you replied.

The two of you walked back into the office party, your arm tucked securely in Sam's side as he moved easily through the crowd. He shook hands with many people and introduced you as his girlfriend as if you'd been dating for some time.

Most of the people you met were congratulating Sam on winning his last case, a pretty big one from the sound of it. Eventually, you both wandered over to the bar for another drink.

"So, you never told me where you work," Sam started.

"You didn't really ask, but since you have, I'll tell you. I own that bakery down on 7th," you replied. "It's called Baked and Brewed, and we also sell flavored coffees. You know, the kind with all that whipped cream and flavorings?" you explained as you sipped your cocktail.

"Oh yeah, I know that place. I've stopped in a few times for coffee, and my mom loves your blueberry muffins," Sam remarked, then leaned in closer. "Now I have even more of a reason to stop in more often," he murmured, his breath hot and tingly in your ear.

You felt your cheeks grow hot at the proximity of such a gorgeous man. "We-we've only been open for about six years. It was slow going at first, then we started to grow once we set up the website. I can't believe I've never seen you in there," you remarked.

"What made you decide to open a place like that?" Sam asked.

"When my parents passed away about eight years ago, they left me a sizable inheritance. There was one condition though: I had to do something outrageous with it. They knew how practical I was, how every move I made was so planned, so structured. No room for taking a risk, following a dream," you explained.

"I thought about it for a long time, what I should do with the money they left me," you continued. "Then, after going through my mother's cookbooks, I came up with the idea for the bakery. I found loads of old recipes for muffins, cakes and pies that have stood the test of time. This way, I get to preserve my family's history and cash in on the 'pretentious coffee craze'," you chuckled.

Sam looked intently into your eyes. "I'm sorry to hear about your parents. I think they would be proud of you for taking that kind of a chance." He smiled broadly, his dimples showing more than ever now. "I can't imagine anything more perfect than your bakery and coffee house. I'll have to stop by and talk to you sometime. Would you like another drink?" he asked.

You checked your watch. "I probably should head home for the evening. I have to be at the bakery by 5:30 a.m. to get started on the day's baking," you replied. You didn't want the evening with Sam to end, but you needed your sleep.

"Let me take you home. I'll be just a few minutes so I can say goodbye to my parents and my brother, then I'll be back," he promised, before pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

You felt a slight tingle where Sam's soft lips touched your skin. Although you and Sam had just met, you already were intrigued and wanted to know more about him.

After he'd been gone for a while, you heard someone behind you clearing his throat. Believing it was Sam, you face broke out into a huge smile. "Ready to go?" you asked. Your smile evaporated at seeing your ex-husband standing before you.

"Well, well, seems like you've crashed our party. Or did you cater for it? Either way, you don't belong here as a guest, you know that," Eric snarled.

Eric's comments kicked open the door straight to where you kept your self-doubt, which then zoomed away with your imagination. However, before you could answer, you felt a large hand in the middle of your back. "Ready to go, honey?" Sam asked.

"More than ready, Sam, thank you," you mumbled. With his hand still on your back, you let him guide you out of the party and onto the sidewalk in front of the hotel.

Sam handed the claim ticket to the valet to retrieve his car. As he drove you home, you mostly stared out the window and told him where to turn. At a stoplight, Sam's eyes slid over to yours and noticed them glistening with unshed tears. "Hey, you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine," you replied with a quick smile. Your hands fidgeted in your lap, so Sam reached over and took hold of your left hand.

"Now, why don't I quite believe that," he responded softly.

You chuckled lightly and sniffled. "It just....Eric. I shouldn't let his words get to me, but they did. For a little while, anyway. Thank you for getting me out of there, Sam," you said. With that, you rode the rest of the way home in silence.

Sam parked in front of your house, then got out and hurried over to your side of the car to open the door for you. He held out his hand to help you out of the car. After you got out, you adjusted your dress and started walking up the porch steps, Sam's hand spanning the small of your back.

You stopped at your front door and fumbled through your handbag for your keys. When your hands closed around them, you pulled them out of your purse. You looked up with a gasp of surprise to see Sam standing before you, smiling as he gazed into your eyes. He reached up with his large hand to cup your cheek, his thumb gently stroking it.

"I had a wonderful time tonight. I never thought such a rotten week would end with meeting a beautiful woman in a hotel bar and sharing a shot of tequila," Sam chuckled. "I'd like to take you out sometime, on a real date," he suggested.

"I had a great time too, Sam. It was wonderful to meet you," you replied.

"But....?" he asked.

"But....I don't think it's such a good idea for us to go out," you answered, dropping your gaze. "You're a high-powered, successful attorney. I'm the owner of a bakery who sometimes has to work 14 hour days just to have two nickels to rub together," you explained.

"I don't care about that stuff. The woman I met in the bar and ended up doing a shot of tequila with, that's who I want to get to know better," Sam huffed, running a hand through his hair.

"Please, Sam. I can't. You should find someone that belongs in your circle," you replied, finally unlocking your door and stepping inside. You stood with your back to the door, hand covering your mouth to muffle the sobs wracking your body.

Sam stared at your closed front door, not quite understanding what just happened. The one thing he did know, is that he wanted to spend more time with you. He was determined to get you out on a first date, despite whatever fears you may have. And anyone who knows Sam Winchester is well aware that he does not give up at the first sign of adversity. "One day, baby. I'm not letting go of you so easily," he said softly, then returned to his car and drove home.

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The next week at the bakery started out like any other. You went in to work early, got busy fulfilling the daily inventory of muffins, quick breads, cookies and pies. Sales were brisk, with take-out orders for office meetings and then your usual customers.

On Wednesday, one of your counter associates came in the back to let you know that a customer asked specifically to speak to you. You were in the middle of filling a tray of cookies to be baked, but as soon as it was in the oven, you went up front. "May I help...." you trailed off as you locked eyes with the one and only Sam Winchester.

"I believe you can. I would like a dozen of your peanut butter cookies, a half dozen blueberry muffins, and the pleasure of your company Saturday night," he grinned.

"I can certainly help you with the first two items. Sarah, will you please box up Mr. Winchester's order for him?" you asked. "However, as far as the third item, I believe you can find it in a higher quality elsewhere. Please excuse me," you murmured as you returned to the kitchen.

And so it went. Over the next six weeks, Sam stopped in around twice and sometimes three times a week to place an order and to ask you out on a date. Each time, you asked Sarah to box up his order, but referred him elsewhere for a date. You wanted to believe he was genuinely interested in you, but after Eric, you couldn't take the chance of getting hurt again.

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One Friday, you were working the counter when a customer ordered a blueberry muffin. You took the payment and turned to fulfill the order. As you plated the muffin, you saw your tall and handsome lawyer walk up behind her and give her a peck on the cheek. "Hi, Mom. Sorry I'm late, I had a deposition meeting, then I lost track of time," Sam admitted. He gave you a quick smile before guiding his mother to a table.

"It's all right, this lovely young lady took my order, and we chatted a little," Mary replied, smiling at you over her shoulder. To her son, "She's really quite charming, Sam. You should ask her to go out on a date with you," she whispered when she and Sam were seated at the table.

"I've tried, Mom, okay? She keeps insisting that I'm somehow out of her league, which of course I'm not. She says that I should find someone else, but I don't want to," Sam explained.

"Let me try something," Mary answered. Before Sam could object, she had made her way back to the counter, where you had just finished helping another customer.

When it was her turn, Mary ordered a vanilla latte for herself, with a pineapple and green tea smoothie for Sam. While she waited for her drinks at the counter, she chatted with you about her first job, which was as a waitress in a diner.

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Mary said she first met John when he came in to her diner for a late-night slice of pie. He was working for his father at Winchester Enterprises. He'd had a particularly rotten day at work, and she thought he needed some cheering up. They got to know each other, dated awhile and eventually were married a little over a year after they first met.

She explained that while she and John were dating, John's mother tried to break them up. She thought that as a VP of the company, her son deserved better than someone who waited tables for a living.

"John and I know the virtue of a hard day's work, and we've made sure our sons know it as well. Our boys may live a comfortable lifestyle where money is not their primary concern, but they have good and generous hearts. Please give Sam a chance," she finished with a wink as she returned to her table with her drinks.

About a half an hour later, Sam and Mary got up from their table to leave the bakery. "Oh, Mr. Winchester?" you called as they passed by the counter. "If you're interested, I placed some freshly baked chocolate chip cookies in the display case. The deal is, for each dozen you buy, you get an opportunity for a date with your favorite baker. If you're still interested," you hastily added.

Sam's grin lit up his face and stretched from ear to ear. "Hmm. That certainly is a tempting offer, one I would be insane to refuse. Very well, I would like to take five dozen of these undoubtedly delicious and freshly baked cookies. So that gets me, what? Five dates with my favorite baker?" he asked.

You matched his grin with a shy smile of your own. "Yes, sir, that was the deal," you replied.

"In that case, what would you say to dinner tomorrow night?" he inquired.

"I'll meet you here, at seven o'clock. Deal?" you asked, your hand stuck out to shake.

Sam grasped your hand, then without warning, pulled you towards him, your lips crashing together. "Deal. And it's legally binding, since we sealed it with a kiss," he winked. "See you tomorrow night, seven o'clock," he said over his shoulder. "Dress casual," he added.

After Sam and Mary exited the shop, you were left absolutely speechless by what had just happened. Your co-workers gathered around you as you had not moved an inch since Sam and his mom had departed. "Boss, you okay?" Emily asked, shaking you a little.

"Um, I think so?" your voice squeaked out an octave higher than usual. "What the hell just happened?" you asked.

"You have a date with Sam Freaking Winchester tomorrow night, that's what," Sarah chimed in.

"Oh. Huh," you remarked. "I'd better figure out what I'm going to wear, then," you reasoned.

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Around five o'clock Saturday, you started getting ready for your date with Sam. You showered and towel-dried your hair. Makeup was pretty simple, some foundation, neutral colors for eye shadow and pink lipstick. Jewelry was gold hoop earrings on the bottom and crystal post earrings for the top. A gold chain with an oval-shaped locket on it was the last piece.

Your outfit consisted of faded blue jeans and a thin blue sweater with a star pattern and 3/4 length sleeves. You decided to wear your white tennis shoes instead of heels because one, Sam said to dress casual. And two, you were sure your feet wouldn't last very long wearing high heels. Since it was such a lovely evening, you decided to walk to the bakery, but brought a jacket just in case.

When you got there, Sam was leaning up against his car, a smile spreading across his face as you approached. He was wearing dark blue jeans, a charcoal gray v-neck T-shirt and a black blazer, with black ankle boots. "Wow," he whispered, followed by a wolf-whistle. "You look incredible," he grinned.

"Thank you, Sam," you giggled. You raked your eyes up and down over Sam's long, lean frame. "You certainly clean up nicely yourself, Sam," you replied. "So, where are you taking me?" you asked.

Dinner consisted of pizza and drinks at the local parlor, Leonardo's. You mentioned that you had always wanted to eat there, but for some reason hadn't taken the time to do so. After dinner, it was off to play mini-golf at Chapman's Fun World. Sam won, of course, but you teased him about how he had to have cheated at the Ferris Wheel hole.

Eventually, Sam drove you home and walked you to your front door. "I had a lovely time, Sam. Thank you," you remarked.

Sam hooked his finger under your chin and tilted it up for you to meet his eyes. "With such lovely company as yourself, I don't see how this date could get any better," he replied softly. He reached up to cradle the back of your head and pulled you closer to him. "Except maybe with this," he whispered and meshed his lips with yours.

The kiss started slow and sweet, full of promise. As your mouths moved together, Sam's hands roamed up and down your back. Your hands snaked their way up his forearms and over his massive biceps until they reached his shoulders. You could feel the muscles flex and release as his hands moved over your body. As you explored each other, the kiss deepened, almost taking on a mind of its own.

When the kiss was broken, you were both breathing heavily, your foreheads touching. "That was amazing, Sam. No one's ever kissed me like that before," you said softly.

"Good," he smiled as he pecked your nose. "I've never met anyone like you, and I doubt I ever will. I'd really like to see you again, and per our agreement, I have four more dates to take you on," he teased.

"How about I cook dinner for you on our next date? I make the best lasagna, and I'm told that my tiramisu is the stuff of legends," you offered.

"Is that so? That sounds like a great idea. My schedule's pretty full with this big case I have coming up, but I'm free next Saturday night," he replied.

"Works for me. No pressure, just a quiet evening at home, enjoying each other's company. And, you know, if there happens to be some kissing that goes on, I'd be cool with that," you teased.

"Oh, you think you're funny, hmm?" Sam grinned mischievously. He put his hands on your hips and pulled you flush against his body. "Maybe there'll be more than just kissing going on this time. Think you can handle that?" he murmured.

"Bring it, Winchester," you breathed. Without a moment's notice, Sam crashed his lips to yours in a hard and fast kiss that smoothed out in the end.

"Until next week, baby," he whispered with a grin.

"Yeah," you whispered back. Your lips were still tingling from so much raw passion packed into one kiss. "Hope I can wait that long," you said to yourself.

PART TWO IS NEXT!!

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