Ever since the Leviathans basically poisoned all the food nearby, Dean had been constantly complaining about missing burgers and apple pie, and about a million other things. But mostly burgers and apple pie. You finally had enough of it and got Cas to get some ingredients, and decided to make it yourself. Dean walked in, smelling the pie and meat cooking. “Is that what I think it is?” He asked, looking at the food in the oven and pan.