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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always pie
flavor it six ways from sunday for all i care
i ain't a man about to say no to free pie
( beer is second only to the great pie overlord. )
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[ Obtuse - but does he just not understand or is this his dry, shrewd humour making him deliberately so? ]
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you know what
yes
yes it does
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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. ]