insufficientemotionalfunds:

So, what if Dean goes on a quick supply run—the usual stuff: some rabbit food for Sammy, beer, jerky, tp… oh and they needed some eggs… heeeeey, Busty Asian Beauties… awesome, and “hey, man, where’s the pie?” And the clerk just freezes with the weirdest look of horror and recognition on his face and goes “…You aren’t gonna shank me, are you?” And Dean’s confused as hell, ‘cause who the fuck shanks an innocent dude over pie? But then the poor kid tells him this story about a squinty creep in a trench coat who shuffled through his store like a slow-mo tornado and went all pistols-at-dawn over freaking pie and Dean doesn’t know whether to laugh or just give up on everything and collapse into a blubbering mess on the counter because his angel tried to buy him pie and beer and porn and goddamnit if that wasn’t the cutest fucking thing he’s ever heard. He’s gonna stab that douchewad Metatron in the face for interrupting what would’ve been the best apology ever.