That's Impossible

Chapter 1

Dean flopped backwards onto the bed that was in the motel him and Sam just checked into. Sam scoffed, "I guess that means I'm on dinner duty." Dean replies with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head, "Yup." Sam scoffs again and turns to leave. He's at the door when he hears "Don't forget the pie," from behind him. A grin spreads across his face as he walks down the street to a diner they had passed on the way in.

"He's going to forget the pie." Dean whined to himself. He pushes himself up, grabs his bag, and heads toward the bathroom. Dean simultaneously undresses and starts the shower. As the water begins pelting his skin and causes it to turn red, he hears a thump from the other side of the bathroom door. He looks to the left and then the right knowing full well that that won't help. "Sammy?!" he yells as he dries himself off and wraps the towel around his waist. He opens the bathroom door, and sees nothing, "Hmmph." 

He finishes getting dressed in sweats and an old rock t-shirt. There's no seats in front of the TV so he grabs a chair from the three at the motel's small table and turns on something half decent to watch. Dean quickly loses interest and his eyes glaze over. Then he turns to look at the clock on the nightstand by the bed, sees Castiel, and nearly has a heart attack. "Jeez, Cas. You could've said somethin'!" Then Cas does something Cas usually doesn't do. He smirks. Dean furrows his eyebrows then raises them silently asking for an explanation. Cas takes a step forward, and Dean stands. Dean feels this weird vibe in the room; the same tension he always feels when he's alone with the angel. Cas opens his mouth to say something, but then there's a noise at the door. Dean turns to see Sammy, and hears a rush of feathers. He knows Cas is gone, so he just sighs internally then scratches at the back of his neck; for some odd reason he feels like he's been caught doing something he's not supposed to be doing. 

"What took so long, man?" "I had to go to two different joints. The first didn't have-" Sam was cut off as he dropped one of the bags, so Dean tries to finish for him, "They didn't have pie. So where'd you go to-" "They didn't have any salads." Sam corrects with a scrunched up face. "Sorry, dude. I forgot." Dean exaggerates a sigh, "You had one job, buddy boy." But Dean quickly drops the conversation when he finds his greasy bag of fries and a burger. They both sit at the small table beside the TV and eat. "That's a bag of cholesterol right there." Sam says to no one as he opens his container of salad and starts fixing it to his liking. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was a rabbit." Dean says as he tilts his head and juts it forward sarcastically. "I'm not a rab- What's that?" Dean quickly looks up from his burger and sees Sam looking at Dean's bed. Dean turns in his chair and sees a small box on the bed, "I dunno." He gets up and walks over to it. It has a clear cover so Dean sees what it is immediately. He starts feeling really warm, and tingly; basically, he starts feeling like a chick. 

Cas remembered the pie.

Dean has been cautious around Cas lately, because every time he's around Cas he feels a pool of heat gather in his stomach. I want Cas. That's all that runs through his mind when he sees the dark haired angel. I NEED Cas. Dean doesn't like guys; he's straight. But when it comes to Cas, he can think of a million and one things he wants to do with him, for him, to him. Dean licks his lips as he realizes he's been staring at the pie for a while now.

"It's, uh, it's pie." He says slowly and brings it back to the table.Sam smirks, "Guess Cas knew I'd forget, huh?" He nudges Dean playfully with hiselbow. Dean makes a sound of agreement, but he's lost in thought. He's lost inblue eyes, messy hair, and a trench coat.