This is my first Supernatural fanfiction. Reviews would be helpful.

There was a silence that hung in the air. And it was bliss. There were no hunts going on right now. Sam had left to go to the store which even that was far away. That left Dean all alone in the bunker.

Dean had gotten comfortable on the couch and had turned on a random horror movie. He didn't care what the movie was and wasn't paying attention to it. He was just glad that he could take a break from all the crazy demon and angel stuff. He could just relax in silence with no Sam bothering him.

Dean had to know thinking that would get him jinxed.

There was a swooshing sound followed by a gruff voice, "Hello Dean,"

Dean didn't even process the smell of pie as he whipped around to face the angel that was standing behind him, "Cass! Don't do that!"

"Sorry Dean," Cass said in apology.

"What do you need?" Dean asked crossing his arms.

"I made you pie," Cass said holding up a tin.

Dean frowned slightly and took the tin. He looked at the contents of the tin. It kind of looked like a crumbled and burnt pie crust that had had cherry pie filling dumped into it, "You, Castiel an angel of the lord, made me, Dean Winchester, a pie?"

"Yes. Did I do something wrong?" Cass asked shifting a bit nervously.

"No. wait, hold on," Dean got a closer look at Cass' tie. The end of the blue tie looked slightly charred, "Did your tie catch on fire?"

"Yes."

"How?" Dean had no idea how the angel managed to light his tie on fire.

"I was cooking the filling when my tie caught on fire. It's nothing serious though. I can fix it," Cass explained ready to use his grace to fix his tie.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it," Dean said, "Thanks for the pie though," Dean got up and headed to the kitchen.

Cass silently trailed after him

Dean didn't mind the fact that Cass was following him, at least not too much. He set the pie on the counter and got a couple plates, forks, and a knife.

Cass watched as Dean cut the pie and served it.

Dean handed Cass a plate, "You made it. You get first bite."

"Dean you know I don't eat-"

"No buts Cass. And I've seen you eat," Dean cut him off.

Cass sighed then took a bite of the slice Dean had given him. He looked sick as soon as he put it in his mouth, "Never, have I ever tasted something so disgusting and overwhelming," Cass went over to the sink to attempt to wash the taste of every molecule out of his mouth.

Dean laughed as he tried a bite, "It isn't actually that bad," He commented.

Cass looked at Dean like he was crazy, but there was something else in the angel's eyes. Something he couldn't quite identify. He'd figure it out later.

Dean looked up from eating his slice when he heard the door open and Sam come inside. He looked back at Cass but was surprised to see that the angel was gone.

Something had to be up with Cass.