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If you were to ask Dean Winchester about the best pie he ever had, well, you would be privy to seeing an soft, foreign look come over his face. It involves a gentling of the eyes, a wistful upturn of the lips and a serene, calming air settling about him. If you were to see him eat said pie, you would be treated to pornographic noises of appreciation and a blissed out expression only his bed partners were typically privileged to see.
The world was ending (again) and there was some discussion about final meals while Sam, Cas and Dean sat at a diner booth waiting for their salad and cheeseburgers, respectively.
“There isn’t one place. I’ve stumbled upon this baker three times now. He’s not at a restaurant or bakery but when I run into him.his pies are—magnificent.” He was going to say ‘to die for’ but that was a little to close for comfort.