Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters - these were created by Eric Kripke - I'm just borrowing them. I'm not making any commercial gain. No harm or infringement intended.
E/O Challenge: Thanks. 200-word drabble – oops, sorry! In this instance the key may not be through Dean's stomach. Set season 5-ish.
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It's the Thought That Counts
For D&C, because family don't end with blood...
"...the ability to comprehend not only the spoken word, but those unspoken gestures, the little things that say so much by themselves..." – 'The Key to Love', author unknown
"I'm not wrong!"
"Man, you must love humble pie, 'cause that's what you're gonna be eating."
"Yeah? Well, I love pie, so bring it on, bitch."
"Jerk. You don't even know what I'm talking about, do you?"
Castiel tuned out the rest of the argument. He had preparations to make...
"Happy Thanksgiving, Dean... Sam," intoned Castiel. He ushered the brothers into the motel room that was filled with the distinct smell of cooking.
"You made us dinner?" grinned Dean, as he sat at the table laden with food.
Castiel cut a huge slice of pie and placed it on Dean's plate.
Dean took a large mouthful and paused at the odd flavor and strange, rubbery texture.
"Cas, what is this?"
"It's humble pie," said Castiel with one his rare smiles.
Dean glowered as Sam exploded into a fit of laughter.
"What's it made of?"
"Deer heart and lungs, of course."
"Of course..."
"Sam mentioned how much you liked it. I made it myself," said Castiel, glowing with pleasure.
"Thanks so much, Sammy," said Dean, giving his brother a significant look.
"Eat up, Dean. There's plenty more."
Dean poured on extra gravy. "Awesome, 'cause Sam always eats seconds."
Sam stopped laughing.
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