Cas returned to the motel room with dinner mere minutes later. Dean appreciated his promptness and immediately seized the bags of takeout. He grabbed his burger, unwrapped it and took a monstrous bite. Rumbling adamantly only moments before, his stomach quieted as it was sated with food. Dean ate his burger contentedly, a lazy grin plastered across his face.

But wait… something was missing.

The second bite he took was okay, but something seemed off. By the fourth bite, Dean had figured out the problem. He turned to Cas.

"Dude, I said extra onions."

The angel peered at him over his own hamburger. "Are there not onions on it?"

"Yeah," Dean allowed. "But I wanted more. That's the point of extra onions—extra."

"How strange," Cas replied. "I was sure to ask the burger man for extra onions."

"Dean," Sam cut in. "It's just a burger. It has onions on it. Eat it."

"Easy for you to say, Ms. Chicken Salad with a Diet Coke. Your whole meal tastes like cardboard. The cheeseburger, on the other hand, is a perfect combination of beef, cheese, pickles, lettuce, tomatoes and extra onions." At Sam's exasperated look, Dean rolled his eyes. "I don't expect you to understand, calorie-counter boy."

"I don't count calories!"

"Whatever. The point is, I'm missing my extra onions."

"Dean," the angel cut in.

"Yeah, Cas?"

"I have a confession to make."

"… Okay. Shoot."

"I told a lie. It wasn't the burger man's fault, it was mine. I forgot to ask for extra onions." Cas refused to look at Dean, keeping his gaze stoutly focused on his hamburger. The strange and foreign feeling of guilt was overwhelming him. It was unpleasant and the reason behind his confession.

"Why did you lie, Cas?" Sam asked. The angel wasn't one to lie.

"I wanted to see what it felt like."

Dean raised an eyebrow, taking in the angel's obvious guilt. "It's no biggie, Cas. People make mistakes all the time."

"Really?" The look of hope in Cas' eyes was almost heartbreaking.

"Uh, yeah. Forget it. Eat your food."

When the angel had recovered from his obvious guilt, Sam rolled his eyes and glared at Dean. "'People make mistakes all the time?'" he parroted. "You never forgive me when I forget your pie!"

"Forgetting pie is a whole other ball game, Sammy. Nobody forgets my pie."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."