"Fuck this..." Dean thought, walking into the bakery through the glass door. A little bell chimed as it opened, making him even more irritated.
"Hello. Welcome to Anna's Bakery," A man greeted him as he walked in. His voice was low and raspy, which scared the hell out of Dean.
"Uh, yea. Just... Can I get some pie?" Dean asked, walking over to the register. The man was silent, and stood there for a while, just... staring. Dean's stomach churned, staring back at the short man for a period of time that felt like forever. Dean raised his brow, and gestured the guy to hurt the fuck up.
"I would get it for you if you told me what you wanted exactly." The man said in reply to the gesture, waiting patiently.
"Oh... Right, sorry," Dean apologized, looking into the glass counter at the numerous pastries. "Just get me the lemon meringue." The man nodded and opened the glass, reaching for the pie. As he bent down, Dean noticed his name tag, "CAS". That's all it said. "Huh... must be a nickname or something," he thought to himself.
"You do not appear to be particularly happy right now. Are you troubled?" Cas asked.
"Um, no. Not really." Dean replied. Just shut up and give me my damn pie, is what he really wanted to say though. "I guess I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed today." Wait... shut the fuck up. Why are you talking? Just get your fucking pie and leave. There's no need for conversation.
"And the pie... it will help make you feel better?" Cas asked, cutting a slice of the pie and placing it in a small box.
"What?"
"Better. Elated? Happy? Cheerful?" Cas replied, giving Dean a look that questioned his intelligence. Dean shut his eyes, shaking his head and reaching out for the box.
"Yea, whatever. Can I just have my pie?"
"Yes, of course." Cas said, offering Dean the box in exchange for money. "I hope you have a good day," he said as Dean walked out the door.