Yogurt
Castiel picked up a small tub of yogurt, looking at it warily before holding it up to Dean.
"Is this the right one?"
"Nah, man," Dean replied. "Sammy's a freak. Get the fat free one with all the fruit stuffed in it.
Castiel nodded determinedly and placed the tub back to begin his search again.
Dean tightened his hold on the small, green basket and stepped up behind Cas, who was bent down over the refrigerated shelf, still in search for the elusive yogurt for Sam.
He playfully nudged his knees into the back of Cas' and kissed him quickly on the neck before leaning around him to pick up a small pink and yellow container, chuckling.
"Here it is, eagle eye," he grinned, and placed it into the basket. "What's next?"
Castiel raised an eyebrow as he scanned the bottom of the paper where a messy scrawl of ink was placed.
"The list simply says pie and condoms."
Dean beamed and held out his free hand towards the angel. Castiel grabbed it instantly and let out an amused huff. They walked hand in hand towards the correct aisle.
"I can think of at least eight different things to do with that pie."
"I can think of nine if we include the yogurt," Cas said casually.
Dean paused.
"I love you."