"He brought me a pie." Dean declared; the buzz of the tattoo gun filling the quiet of the studio as he paused to retrieve more ink. "I don't trust him."

"Yes, I can see why. How dare a new business neighbor offer you pie." Castiel sarcastically agreed; though his voice was muffled from where he was face down in the artist chair getting the latest constellation added to his large galaxy back piece.

At the full-out betrayal of his oldest friend, Dean wanted to add a very visible phallic-shaped group of stars along with Monoceros to the piece.

But the knowledge that Castiel's girlfriend, Meg, more than likely felt the thought, with her creepy sixth sense, and would immediately appear to wipe Dean off the face of the planet, had the tattooist rethinking his plan.

Not to mention, the bakery dude was really…

"Was he attractive?"

"What?" Dean stuttered and Castiel flinched as the needle possibly went deeper than it should have.

Shit. Fuck.

Dean really needed to pay attention to his goddamned job, regardless of whether it was his nosy best friend in his chair or not.

"I don't know…maybe." Dean feigned nonchalance as the image from a few hours earlier, of the baker, Benny, popped into his head.

Bearded, burly, and with the most disarming smile Dean had ever witnessed, as he handed over a glorious smelling, freshly made pecan pie.

"Mmmhmmm."

The self-righteous and knowing tone of the hum brought Dean back to the conversation at hand and suddenly he didn't care what Meg would do to him; he was totally adding a hide-a-dick to Castiel's tattoo.

/

*Ding*

"I'm sorry, we're not open quite yet." The Louisiana drawl coming from somewhere in the kitchen had warmth pooling in Dean's stomach as he stepped into the unfinished bakery.

"Hey, uh, Benny? It's Dean… from next door?" The tattooist announced; closing the paper covered door behind him.

"Dean! What's up, chief?"

Benny pushed his way through the swinging door, grin on his face and white flour all the way up to his elbows.

Which only drew Dean's attention to the multitude of bright, old school tattoos that wound their way from Benny's wrists, to where they disappeared underneath the pushed up sleeves of his dark shirt.

'Awesome.'

"Just wanted to see if you were up for helping me eat some of the pie you dropped off earlier?" Dean offered; putting on more than a little bit of the patented Winchester charm as he leaned against the glass counter top.

"Sounds like a plan. Lemme get clean and I'll be right over." Benny agreed, throwing Dean a wink before heading back into the kitchen.