"Bonjour, Dean."
Dean whips around only to find Castiel clutching an estimated three dozen baguettes. The baguettes are high-quality, French-made and smell wonderful. They come in all different hues, widths, lengths, making up a whimsical menagerie of yeasty goodness. Castiel can hardly contain the amount of baguettes that he is carrying; he has to hug them all close to his chest so they don't fall.
"Wha-" Dean attempts to ask after a few seconds of pure astonishment, but he is cut off. Castiel places a single, calloused finger on his lips.
"No words, mon amour," the angel commands in a whispering yet dominant tone, pressing his thumb over Dean's lips. He allows his digit to sink down his chin, tilting Dean's head back so he could lean in.
Dean froze completely, his eyes going wide as his mind buzzed with anxiety and confusion. What the fuck is going on? Is he trying to kiss me? Why does he have so much bread?
His train of thought stops when he tastes wheat. Castiel is now attempting to slowly inch an entire baguette into his mouth. "Prende tout," the angel breathes, voice shaky with lust. Dean is now very, very scared and confused as he attempts to chew the baguette. Castiel opens Dean's hand with his fingers, placing another baguette in his palm before rolling the hunter's fingers back so he's grasping it.
"Morde le pain doucement," he growls in Dean's ear. Dean is now sweating. He assumes Castiel is trying to give him some sort of peace offering; feeding him like a baby bird while whispering what he hopes is scripture in his ear. Dean is about to swallow the bread but Castiel just hands him more bread and more bread.
Dean is crying now. There are so many baguettes. Castiel is wearing a beret. Was that there before? Dean can't think straight. He has two baguettes per hand. Cas is now shoving a baguette softly down his shirt. He feels it press cold against his sternum. Baguettes. Baguettes is the only thing Dean knows now. Baguettes.
Cas gives him baguettes. Cas.. baguette. Dean… baguette. Everyone baguette.
Nothing hurts. It's all right now. There is no pain.