"Dean, you should be careful using the word abomination around angels," Sam said.
"How was I to know that Cas would try to smite the Peeps display?" Dean objected.
"A hundred dollars in burnt Peeps, Dean. That's all I'm saying."
"We can still eat them, you know!"
Sam made a bitchface. "What's this 'we" business?"
"Fine! Me and Cas will eat them!" Dean snatched the bag from Sam. "And don't you come begging for some later!"
"I won't."
Dean reached into the bag and popped a half-burned Peep into his mouth.
"Damn. Tastes like burnt plastic. And sugar," he said.