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WOW: season. Castiel only wanted to treat the Winchesters...
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Castiel stood and looked down at the two gasping, watery-eyed hunters sprawled on the floor at his feet.
This was definitely not the reaction he had been expecting when he had offered to cook for the brothers that evening.
"Cas," croaked Dean, his voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper, "what the hell was that?"
"I made peppered steak," Cas replied meekly.
"What pepper did you use to season this?" Sam choked out, clinging grimly to the tabletop as he attempted to blink back Niagara Falls; "black? Green? Cayenne?"
"Ghost," replied Castiel.
Dean whimpered; "Sam, I think we need to exorcise ourselves …"
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