and put it in your mouth to be full

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What's better than a pie shop? A pie shop that Dean has all to himself. Okay mostly because it's haunted but Dean dealt with that ages ago. Now, with the keys to the place shoved in his back pocket, and his promise to tell the owner when they can come back, Dean only has one thing in mind

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Castiel had been busy with heavenly manners and as unlikely as it was for him to set it aside, he did. Dean had been good lately so he assumed he owed the hunter at least his appearance. If the matter was too trivial for him to deal with, he would simply offer a few words of wisdom before taking his leave again.

There was a sound of wings and Castiel was now standing in the shop.

"Yes Dean?"

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And Castiel chews, not really waiting on Dean's instruction but more on his actions. It would be strange if he suddenly consumed a fork because he was too eager to chew or something of that sort. He did give it time though, taking the flavors in and calculating them bit by bit as if to dissolve kind of secret from them. It seemed satisfying to his pallet, so the Angel swallowed, "It's good."

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"Just good, or like good-good?" he asks, almost a little hesitant.

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"It is enjoyable," Not really sure what the difference between 'just good' and 'good-good' is quite yet, but determining it, "So.... Good-good."

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Dean's grin widens at that, "More or d'you wanna try a different flavour?"

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"Whichever you think would be best," Cas wasn't going to be picky. He wasn't sure what else to expect and he was satisfied with whatever choice Dean would make. Comfortable with eating more apple pie or any other flavour.

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He slides free from the booth to go and collect a few plates this time and when he comes back there seems to be more space missing between him and Castiel.

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"Which ones are these?" Castiel questions, leaning forward to inspect each plate.

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He points at each as he announces, "Cherry, Blueberry, Pecan."

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"Which would you recommend first?"

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"Pecan," he taps the plate of that pie, bringing Castiel's attention to it, "It's kinda less sweet than the others."

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The Anngel gives the plate a curious look over before leaning forward to suggest that he is willing to give it a try, "How much do you like it?"

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He cuts off a peice with the side of his fork, bringing it up to Castiel's mouth. It's kind of strange how much he likes this, teaching, sharing. He knows he should probably be a little off with himself about this entire feeding him thing, but he's not.

"Not as much as the other ones, but it's nice enough. At Thanskgiving you should so try Pumpkin."

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He opens, accepts and chews it thoughtfully, nodding along to what Dean is telling him, not at all minding the closeness or paying it all that much mind really. To the angel, it hardly seems off at all. When he swallows he gives a nod, "It is quite nice. The contrast from the last pie is intriguing but still pleasant."

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He grins, encouraging and content for a moment and leans in to brush crumbs from the corner of his mouth. "I'm glad you're likin' the pie."

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There is small surprise from Castiel as Dean's hand brushed the skin around his mouth, "I can see how you're kind would find it appealing."