Dean was sleeping with his head and arms on the table. He didn't really like you since you're a demon but you still try to help out to maybe get a better friendship with him.

You were in the kitchen of the motel room, following a recipe to make a cherry pie, you tried to do everything right and made 3 wrong ones but the last one was right, even though the kitchen was a mess you did it.

You softly tapped Dean on the shoulder. "I made pie." You put the plate with pie down on the table.