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huntxrsangel:

hi everyone - i would normally say this on my private blog but i don’t have many followers there so…i don’t know, things have been kind of crappy lately. i don’t really have the energy or attention span to sustain a proper conversation but i’m feeling really fucking lonely at the moment so idk, if anyone wants to randomly message me or distract me with cute headcanons or tell me random shit about your day - i don’t even care, whatever - i’d love that. 

Cas likes to make pie for Dean when he’s sad.
There are days when Dean doesn’t get out of bed, when he cleans his gun again and again and doesn’t seem to hear Cas when he speaks.
Cas makes him pie. Apple and cinnamon pie, like he thinks Mary would have made. As it bakes, the oven warms up the house and spreads the scent through the rooms.
“Is that pie?”
It’s the first thing Dean’s said today and Cas smiles.
“Yes. Do you want some?”
Dean approaches warily, like Cas will suddenly fall over and leave him alone in the kitchen. “Allright,” he says, coming up to look at the oven so they’re shoulder to shoulder.
“You could slice some apple and we could decorate it,” Cas suggests, and he feels Dean’s hand slip into his.
“Yeah,” Dean says, and they stand in the kitchen and watch it bake together.

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