Written for bniltiac on tumblr, who requested Destiel fluff for Christmas.

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"Come on, Cas!"

"Dean…"

"Please?"

"Deeean…"

"For me?"

"Dean, I do not wish to eat the pastry!" Cas exclaimed as Dean once more attempted to get him to try the bit of apple pie currently resting on the fork. Cas didn't understand why Dean kept doing this; Cas had said no, wasn't that enough?

The angel glanced once more at the plate currently resting on Dean's knee. They were sitting on the couch at Bobby's, having just finished up a job. They'd returned to Singer Salvage to crash and get some food. Which, of course, included pie.

From looking at it, Cas couldn't see what was so enticing about it. To him, it looked like mushy apples in goo, encased in some kind of bread like substance that was flaking off the top in an unappealing manner, and with some grains of sugar sprinkled over the top. He tried to imagine how it would taste, how it would feel in his mouth, because, yeah, it smelled pretty good, but, looking at the thing…

Yeah, no thanks.

Dean tried again, this time going for a low blow. "Please, Cas? For me?" Cas was then fixed with what would probably be referred to by the hunter as a "puppy dog" look, but on Dean, the effect was simply comical!

Cas suppressed his laugh with a groan. "Fine, I'll try the pie."

Before Dean could make any comments or he could talk himself out of it, he seized the fork out of Dean's hand and popped it into his mouth. The hunter watched him carefully as he considered.

It wasn't…entirely bad; Cas would give it that. It was an interesting mix of flavors and textures. The breading surrounding the filling wasn't especially favorable, but the filling was…better. The sweetness of the ingredients mixed with the bite of cinnamon and the sour flavor of the apples. He was right about the apples; they were mushy from being cooked. But it wasn't as bad as he'd expected. He'd expected it to be some kind of goo in his mouth, and it was surprisingly more substantial than that.

And then…

Cas's eyes widened. He had stopped taking in each taste and texture individually to focus on the whole, and oh, man.

So that's what Dean has been going on about.

Never has he tasted anything so delicious, so wonderful, so heavenly.

Granted, as an angel, he didn't really make a habit of consuming human cuisine, but still. The point stands.

Castiel let out a groan of pleasure, which earned him a grin from Dean, but his eyes flashed darkly at the sound. The hunter picked up the other fork he'd brought over and reached for the pie to take a bite for himself.

But Castiel was having none of that! With a thought, he appeared in the room he and Dean shared, alone with the pie at last. With another thought, he summoned the rest of the pie.

Dean could deal with him any way he pleased when he figured out where his angel and pie had disappeared to.