Something smelled awful. Sam had gone to get food with explicit instructions to not forget the pie- because one must never forget the pie- leaving Dean alone and bored out of his skull. That was, until his favorite angel appeared. Castiel stood silently and offered a small dish to Dean.

"Dean," Cas whispered. "Take this."

Dean cautiously accepted the dish. "What the hell is it?" He inquired. "It smells like heaven."

He unwrapped the foil packaging and what he saw took his breath away. Inside was the most beautiful pie Dean had ever seen.

"It's a pie!" Cas whispered excitedly. He grinned like an idiot and looked at Dean expectantly. "Do you like apple? I put extra love in it, just as the book called for!"

Dean looked at Cas, who was unfazed by Dean's lack of excitement. "Y-you made me a pie, Cas?"

"Yes, Dean!" The angel replied enthusiastically. "Do you like it? Try it!"

Dean took a deep breath as if he wanted to say something, but glanced up at Cas' hopeful face and let it out with a sigh."Okay." He said with a small, slightly forced smile as he got up and walk to what the crummy hotel considered a kitchen to get plates and forks.

"Dean," Cas started. "I made this pie extra special. It's not like the one I made last time, I swear." The angel nodded earnestly. "I gave it my all!"

Dean shivered at the thought of the last pie Cas had made. It hadn't ended that great, but this time, it seemed different. "Looks great, Cas." Dean smiled. "Hopefully it tastes just as good."

Cas bit his lip in anticipation and watched eagerly as Dean cut into the pie. He really had tried harder and was fairly proud of the results, but Dean's oppinion was ultimately the one that mattered most.

Dean cut a thick slice from the pie and lay it on his plate. However, at the end of the slice, there seemed to be a hunk of strawberry. That's different. Dean thought. But I bet it's good. He took a bite and smiled contently. "Cas, this strawberry thing you got goin'," Dean took another bite. "Well, it works. This is delicious!"

Cas beamed and urged Dean to eat more, which he did. They talked about nothing for about half an hour and over half the pie was gone when Dean heard a car door slam and knew it was the Impala.

"Sorry, they didn't have any pie." Sam apologized as he walked through the door. He turned to smile at Dean but instead screamed in horror and dropped the groceries. Cas' motionless body was laying on the table, his stomach torn open with Dean scooping out gore with his fork. "Sammy!" He beamed. "You gotta try this pie!"