Dean took in the sight in front of him in awe. Cas stood there with a apron tied around his trenchcoat, which ought to be terribly uncomfortable. In his oven-mitted hands lay a round pyrex dish that held a perfectly baked apple pie.
"I made this for you, Dean." The angel held up the pie.
"Cas...I'm...I'm speechless."
"Speechless?"
"Speechless."
"You're speechless?"
"I'm speechless, Cas."
"You are?"
"Yes. I'm speechless."
"Speechless? Like you can't speak?"
"I can't, Cas. I'm speechless."
"But, you're speaking right now."
"No, I'm not, I'm speechless."
"Speechless? As in, without speech?"
"As in, sans speech. No speech. I am speechless."
"Speechless?"
"Speechless."
"Fine then, no cake for you if you're not going to speak to me." Castiel dropped the dish, the glass shattering on the floor.
"Oh my God, Cas, why did you do that? I'm...I'm speechless."
"I made you speechless again?"
"Yeah."
"But, that's why I dropped the pie."
"That's the reason?" Dean's eyebrows widened. "Wow, I'm...I'm speechless."
"Are you?"
"I am."
"You are what?"
"I am bisexual."
"What was that?"
"But, I'm also speechless."
"Speechless and bisexual?"
"Yes."
"So you're bisexual, Dean?"
"I am."
"Wow, I'm...I'm speechless."