"But I made this pie from scratch," Castiel murmurs against Dean's mouth, insistent that important distinction be made. "And it's a real pie, not a trick pie full of healthy things like that quiche I made last week."

He leans into the kiss for a long moment before settling between Dean's legs, pushing the edge of his shirt up to kiss his belly. "I like it when it is your birthday. I like it more than my own fake birthday."