Dean is sitting at the table, about to dig into to some delicious looking pie when Castiel appears with a ruffle of wings. He has that kicked puppy look, his head tilted and his eyes wide. "Dean, is that… pie?" Dean nods, his mouth full. "May I have some?" Castiel says. Dean shakes his head and places an arm around his pie, fiercely protecting it. Castiel lunges for the pie, but Dean whips it out in the nick of time, sticking his tongue out childishly. Castiel gazes up at Dean. "Please, Dean?" Dean finally relents. "Fine, have some pie." He breaks a piece off and sticks it in Castiel's mouth. Castiel swallows it quickly. "Thank you, Dean."