Cas walked through the store, looking at the various things sitting on metal racks. Humans are weird creatures, aren't they? They need so much, and produce little.

But what does Dean like? looking around, the angel noticed a red, meaty thing in a clear package. It looked like the thing Dean had been eating earlier. He picked it up and put it into his basket.

Moving then to the magazine shelf, Cas' eye caught on a bright red cover, labeled 'Bustin' Asian Beauties.' Remembering Dean opening his computer and the website popping up a while back, Cas added that to his load.

Cas turned around and examined the store. There were a bunch of cans stacked on top of each other. Why would Dean need a can? Cas moved on.

He found a shelf with toilet paper. Does Dean use the bathroom? Cas is pretty sure. He takes that, too.

Cas opened a refrigerator. There was beer in there. Dean like beer! He always seemed to have it on hand. The angel grabbed it and walked away.

Cas moved over to another refrigerator. The man who was previously behind the counter came up to the beer place and closed the door.

"Dude..." he started, only to see Cas crushing an egg in his hand.

He only wanted to see if there was a baby inside! He didn't mean to get all of this gooey stuff on his vessel's hands. He looked at it, confused. Where was the baby?

The cashier came up behind Cas and sighed, looking at the mess on the floor. "Dude," he said again, but Cas ignored him and moved on.

Moving between racks, Cas picked up a can from one of the lower shelves. It has a label saying "Green Beans." Dean had green eyes. Dean would like beans that matched his eyes.

Thinking of the hunter's eyes, Cas felt something strange. Something in his chest. He straightened up, and felt his wings jerk for some reason. Hearing a crash, cas turned around to find he had knocked over a metal rack.

"Dude!" the worker yelled, obviously annoyed. Cas worried he would get kicked out, said in reply:

"I... I have money."

They walked over to the counter, and Cas laid his items down, along with a wad of cash. He looked over to a shelf beside the man that read 'Homemade Pies.' Of course! Dean's favorite food was pie! The only problem was there was none left.

"Where's the pie?" Cas demanded, a bit angry. he needed to make up to Dean. Dean needed pie.

Cas squinted his eyes as the young man rolled his. Did he eat it all? he seemed the kind to deprive Dean of his precious pie.

"I think we're out," the boy said, glancing at the shelf.

Cas quickly pulled the guy down by his collar, and lowered is voice threateningly. "You don't understand. I. Need. Pie."

"I... can... check the... back," the cashier spluttered. Cas let him go, and a moment later, the virgin came back with pie.

Cas exited the shop, feeling a bit better. he had everything he needed to make Dean forgive him. Everything went perfectly, except for that little mishap with the wings.

Oh well, Cas thought, as he zapped back to the bunker. I can work it out later.