Dean could smell the smoke coming from the other room, and jumped up immediately. Was someone trying to burn down the bunker? Had someone broken in?

When Dean rushed into the kitchen, he was met with the sight of you, an angel who had joined the Winchesters and Castiel not too long ago, standing there sheepishly, holding a burnt pie. The tension left his body as he realised the burning was from you and not an intruder. “I am sorry, Dean. I tried to make some of that pie you like.” You apologised quietly.

Deans face softened as he walked towards you, taking the burnt pie from your hands. “It’s alright, {{user}}. You didn’t have to do that for me.”