It was all Dean's fault, he keeps blaming it on the pie, but Sam doubts that a piece of pastry could get them into this mess. It all started when Dean had a pie craving.

Dean had been driving on the road for 14 long hours and all that the poor guy wanted was a simple piece of apple pie. From everything he had suffered and all he wanted was a simple slice of pie. Was that too much to ask?

Apparently, it was. Throughout the entire journey Dean had been moaning about his craving for the flaky treat and started mumbling "What's the point in having an angel that can teleport if he don't bring ya pie?"

Seriously? Sam thought. Hell cannot be worse than when Dean was bitchin'. Especially about pie. When they finally saw a MacDonald's, Sam could have cried with relief. His day seemed a lot brighter- they would get Dean his pie, eat something, go to the restroom and then be on their way again. It was a good plan. An awesome one, in fact.

Dean drove past the MacDonald's.

"What the hell, Dean? We could have got your pie!"

"You call that piece of crap pie? No, I want a real, hot, American pie, with ice cream. And whipped cream."

Sam sighed as he sank back down in his seat. His brother could be a real ass sometimes.

When they finally went into a diner, which looked like it was straight from the 1960's, Dean finally perked up.

"What can I get ya sweetheart?" asked the waitress with a smile.

"A bacon cheeseburger and two slices of your finest apple pie, please." Dean said with a wink. Hell, he was so happy he would have started humping the table. He would finally get his pie, which he had been wanting so damn badly.

"Oh hun, I'm sorry but we're all outta apple pie. We have blueberry though if ya like."

Ooh, this can't be good, Sam thought as he looked over at his brother. Dean's eye twitched.

Sam had never seen his brother run out of a place so fast.

"All day. All freakin' day, I wanted some pie! Some good, old-fashioned, American apple pie!" Dean rambled on, ignoring the funny looks he got. He was too pissed to care.

"But noooooo, I'm a Winchester, and I can't get wha-"

Dean stopped dead in his tracks. His car was gone from the sidewalk where he parked it. Just in case he parked it somewhere else he looked around the parking lot. His baby wasn't there. His car was missing. If Dean was pissed before, it was nothing compared to how he was now. His heart was thumping in his chest, his blood rushing in his ears. Some freakin' bastard stole his car and that fucker was gonna pay. His fists had the urge to punch something.

"Sam! Sammy!" Dean called.

Sam was walking out of the diner, towards Dean, bags in his hand.

"What now, Dean? I got you the pie anyway, 'cause I know you'll want some later like alwa…" Sam's voice drifted off into silence as he notices Dean's furious expression and the impala gone. He put two and two together.

"Nope. No. Nuh-uh. This isn't happening, all of our hunting stuff, and my IPad," Sam kept rambling on but Dean didn't hear. He was too pissed for that.

The thought of someone actually touching his baby, of changing the radio station to some douchey pop tune, of taking out the little army men Sam and Dean had stuffed in there when they were younger, had gotten Deans blood boiling.

"- should call Cas. He might help, Dean. " Sam suggested. Dean didn't even hesitate.

"Cas! Cas! You better get your feathery ass out here or-"

"Dean." Cas simply stated. Dean jumped. He saw his angel. Cas wouldn't be hard to miss, being up close in Dean's face.

Castiel's eyes roaming over Dean's body, searching for a physical injury. Apart from his heart beating at a rapid pace and his blood pressure being unusually high Dean seemed fine. Castiel came as soon as Dean said his name, even though he was giving his siblings a tactical mission, the second Dean called for him he arrived. He's not sure why Dean should be so shocked when Castiel arrives. Dean should know by now that the angel will always come when he calls.

Castiel noticed that Dean's injury was emotional, not physical; he looked at Dean's soul. Usually it was glowing bright, radiating warmth; Castiel would look at his soul and feel at peace. Now it was pulsing with anger, and vengeance and justice. This reminded him of the grace of his brothers and sisters, and this saddened the angel.

"Cas, someone took my baby. I want you to help us find it. Please." Dean's voice took on a desperate tone, and he used manners which was not what Dean does often. Sam actually felt his jaw drop; he never heard his brother sound so sincere.

The impala was Dean's pride and joy, the only thing to never let him down. He wasn't going to let some asshole take it so easily. Not without a fight.

Castiel closed his eyes. He fashioned his grace, acting like a light beam from the heavens, shining down on Earth, almost like a searchlight. He located the Impala in an abandoned warehouse 14 miles north.

"As you wish." Was all that Cas said, before he put two fingers on each of the Winchesters foreheads before they all vanished from the diner.