twentysomething

Dean is so happy he could cry.

"This is like Christmas," he says. "No, this is better than Christmas."

The pies are cued up on the card table in their beautiful perfection: apple, pumpkin, pecan, chocolate bourbon, cherry, and even some crazy fancy-ass pear thing.

"You look like you're about to faint," Sam jokes.

"Sam, this is sacred." Dean breathes out. "This is a religious moment."

Dean feels the puff of displaced air on the back of his neck as Cas says, "Well, this is a pleasant change. If only I had known it took baked goods to obtain your faith earlier."

Dean had suspected Cas of a certain sappiness before, but this just confirms it.

"Aw, babe," he spins around and smacks a wet, noisy kiss on Cas's mouth. Dean grins.

"It's just piety."


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