"You told me you liked pie, Dean. Now you're saying you don't want any." The man narrowed his eyes at Dean. "Did you lie to me? An angel?"
Dean sighed at his friend and leaned back in his chair. Sometimes Castiel was annoying, and he frequently thought if all angels were that way.
"First off, I told you I love pie. Second, I just ate dinner and I'm stuffed. Seriously, Cas, stop taking things so literally." He then grabbed the remote and turned the TV in front of him on. Sam, his brother, was lucky he didn't have to go through this right now.
Castiel stood in front of Dean's view of the TV with a serious look on his face.
"Who did that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Who stuffed you?"
Dean stared at Castiel angrily and got up. "Here, watch the pizza man on TV." He then stormed off to his room. Cas slowly sat down and watched the screen very confused for the rest of the night.