I had had the idea a while ago and honestly just couldn't help myself
The pie incident
Castiel appeared in a beaten up motel room. He didn't like that his friends were stuck living in such places, but he understood the necessity.
"You're late," Dean said simply. He was lying shirtless reading a magazine on his bed big enough for two.
"Where's Sam?" Cas asked not wanting to tell Dean that Naomi had kept him waiting.
"He's gone to give supplies to Kevin." Dean replied not looking up.
Cas nodded. "We will have to tell your brother sooner or later."
"Later," Dean said firmly. "Take off your trench coat and shoes and sit."
The angel complied. It wasn't the first time, but he still let Dean give the orders. He sat on the bed opposite Dean.
He put down his magazine and faced the angel. He wondered how someone could live as long as Cas had, and not have indulged himself at least once.
Dean pushed away those thoughts and focused on the matter at hand. He opened the drawer of the night stand in between the beds and pulled out a familiar box. He took out two items and handed one to Cas.
"Are you ready?" Dean asked softly.
"Yes."
"Let's go more slowly this time. Remember what happened last time?" Dean reminded him.
Cas nodded remembering the abdominal pain he had suffered through the last time they done this.
"Alright then," breathed Dean. He then handed the angel a fork and said "Dig in."
Cas let out a small smile as he placed the first forkful of pie in his mouth. Gluttony doesn't get more delicious then eating pie on a bed with your partner in crime.
Don't hate me. For full explanation go to:
watch?v=DXfGRYt_Xu8 where Misha'll explain it
After watching it I just couldn't help myself :P