"Dean?"
"What Cas?" Dean looked across the motel room with tired eyes, the angel standing near the door with a white box in his hands.
"I heard Sam mention that it's your birthday." Cas said simply.
"Yeah? So?" Dean could feel the mattress under him and all he honestly could think of doing was sleeping for the next three days.
"I'm told it is customary to give gifts to someone on their birthday." Cas said, and then held out the box. "I found a guy who sells pie and asked him for one."
Dean looked at the box and then to Cas, dumbfounded.
"You what?"
"For your birthday." Cas handed him the box.
Dean looked skeptical for a moment before opening the box, his shoulders dropped as he let out a quiet chuckle. Giving his head a little shake he looked back up to Cas who looked unsure.
"Thanks, buddy. I appreciate it."
Sam glanced over from the table and bit back a smile as he saw the contents of the box. Cas had brought Dean a cheesecake...