Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
After their last hunt, all Dean wanted to do was spend a day relaxing in the motel, preferably with some pie and a woman. But when he went to the bar to scope out the women in the town, there was no one interesting enough to catch his eye. So he left and bought a pie at the nearby store. He was humming AC/DC happily when he walked through the door of the motel room he and Sammy were currently staying at. Inside, Sam was reading a book. Dean opened up the pie, and was about to eat it when he heard the fluttering of wings. What happened next was a disaster of epic proportions. Castiel seemed to have miscalculated where he was going to land because he landed in Dean's pie.
"Cas, what? I don't even-what? What the hell!" Dean spluttered.
Sam took one look at the situation and burst into laughter. Dean was mouthing nonsense to himself and staring at where his pie used to be. Castiel got off of the table and glanced at what he fell on.
"I apologize, Dean, for ruining your pie," Castiel deadpanned, "If you wish, I can get another."
This is just something that has been floating around in my head for a while. Hope you liked it.