Well. This might not be what you'd be hoping to get, in that case.
[ There's a rustling of wings. Castiel is standing right in front of Dean. The only thing that prevents him from being way more in Dean's personal space is something he holds in his hands between their bodies, almost like an offering.
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[ There's a rustling of wings. Castiel is standing right in front of Dean. The only thing that prevents him from being way more in Dean's personal space is something he holds in his hands between their bodies, almost like an offering.
It's a pie. ]
Hello, Dean.
[ The pie? It's beer flavoured. ]