Dean flung open the door of the Impala and sank into the soft seat behind the wheel. He was getting angrier by the second. Sam was a little bitch and Cas wasn't much better. Well, if he was honest with himself, he could admit that Cas had probably been planning to shake his hand when Dean had gone for the gusto and kissed the shit out of him. Sam, on the other hand, had known that Dean would think he needed to kiss Castiel in order to seal the deal and sell his soul to the angel. The smug look on his face when Dean had realized the truth was proof the Sam was an ass.
Dean decided he was gonna drive to the nearest place to get a couple stiff drinks and some pie. Pie. PIE! "Son of a Bitch!" dean yelled. He had left his soul-bought, warm, apple pie in the motel room. Dean considered just leaving the pie, but the image of Sam eating the pie made Dean clutch the Impala's steering wheel with white knuckles.
Dean remembered how warm and heavy the pie had been in his hands when Castiel had passed it to him. It had been just the right temperature for eating. The top had been criss-crossed with fancy pie-crust lattice work. The smell of cinnamon had wafted gently from its surface. There was absolutely no FUCKING way he was gonna let Sam have even one narrow sliver of his dream pie.
Dean slid back out of the Impala and closed its door behind him. He walked slowly and calmly to the motel room door. He wondered if Cas had poofed out as soon as Dean had stormed out, or if the angel was still in the room with Sam.
The door knob turned easily in Dean's hand, and he pushed the door open in front of him. The sight in front of him was so astonishing; Dean could not understand how he had not heard a commotion from outside the door.
Castiel was standing on the far side of the room with Dean's pie held steady in both hands. Lightening flashed inside the small room and the dark shadow of Cas's spread wings was etched on the wall. His eyes glowed a brilliant blue as he glared at Sam.
Sam was huddled against the wall by the motel room door that Dean had just stepped through. He clutched at Dean's arm like a drowning man. He looked into Dean's face with huge puppy-dog eyes. Sam took a deep steadying breath and said,
"I only wanted one piece. I swear!"
