Falling into love is like the Pit, only lighter and a scarier.

Sam came back to the motel with a pie fit for a king, if that king were named Dean and had an angel boyfriend. Well, regrettably not-so-boyfriend, more unrealized lovers. The potential was there and dammit if Sam couldn't see the gay vibes screaming between their faces every time their eyes met. Dean and Castiel need to get it on before his ears start to bleed from the homo noise.

When Dean woke up Thursday morning he was greeted by the face of Castiel (who, by the way, looked extremely pissed off), and Sam. With pie. Dean scratched his head and got out of bed, arching his back to get the stiffness out. The bed had a bad spring and damn everything if he ever had to sleep like that again. Sleep is sleep, however, and necessary. So is pie.

"Hey Dean," am glanced over at his brother and noticed a slight ringing in his ears, so his eyes flitted to Castiel. Sure enough, he was burrowing his gaze into his brothers face.

Dean looked up, "What bit your ass, Cas?" 'Hey, that rhymed,' he thought.

"Every time you two sleep I eat a banana, and last night it was horrid. I understand they should not be brown, but the bunch had been in my coat for quite some time." Cas responded.

"I thought you didn't have to eat?" Dean said.

"I was practicing something. Besides, I like the taste. You like pie, Sam likes demon blood. Why can't I like bananas?"

"Speaking of pie," Dean started, "Sam?"

"Right here," Sam said, holding it up and shaking it slightly, "blueberry."

Dean smiled and walked up to get it, "Thank you," he got a fork and sat down at the table.

"Why don't you guys just screw already?" Sam blurted. "Cas, I know what you have been doing to those bananas. Condoms don't just disappear. Also, Dean, I saw you staring at Cas's lips like ten seconds ago. I don't know what it is, but your gayness is setting off some kind of radar in my head and I can literally hear your desire for each other. I know you are in love, now just GET IT OVER WITH!"

Dean and Cas both looked at Sam, dumbfounded

"Cas, you heard the man, let's get it on." Dean suggested.

"Okay Dean," Cas replied.

AND THEN THERE WAS BUTTSEX AND ALL WAS GOOD AMEN