This was written by my friends and myself. Its beautiful, and we are very proud of it.
Pairing:DeanXCasXCasXPie
I was sitting on the wire rack, cooling, but the kitchen was getting hotter. The smell of cinnamon wafted through the air as Castiel and his clone sandwiched Dean between them. My apples were settling in the hot filling bubbling under my crust. Their footie pajamas slid over the wooden floor. The only thing that could make this hotter was if they touched me with them. Which is what they did.
Pies are made to be eaten. This is my purpose, my reason for existing. To be devoured. So why, Castiel, why are you choosing to put that in your mouth instead of me? My prayers were answered when a hand, I could not tell whose, dug into me. My apples and filling were spread over the broad chest of Dean by Castiel from behind, the zipper of his pajamas pulled down to his hips. The clone began to eat me off of his chest. Finally, my life is completed.
The sound of friction between fleece pajamas filled the kitchen. Soon the sound of descending zippers followed. Where I am, as I am swallowed, is warm and dark and I can hear all the sounds around me. A gruff, throaty growl escaped Dean's lips.
"You're my bitch and I love you." He told the two angels.
"I thought I was your bro," Castiel muttered back between rugged kissing sounds.
"My bitch and bro." The other mumbled. "The cheeseburger before the pie."
And that's when I met the love of my life. Double patty and covered in cheese with a sesame seed bun.