
Hannah frowns into the shopping basket she’s been carrying around for Cas, raising a curious eyebrow when he places three pies (all different flavors) inside and heads back toward the bakery. She watches him mull over the other choices, looking more intensely focused than she’s seen the angel as of late. After a minute or so, she steps into the space beside him and clears her throat, managing to divert his attention.
“Wouldn’t he want to eat something else as well?” she wonders, glancing from one latticed dessert to the next. “These selections seem rather… uniform.”
“Trust me, Hannah,” Cas says seriously, his voice still gruff but now with a new trace of excitement. “Dean is a man of very singular tastes.”
“What about a three-bean surprise?” Hannah offers, eyes widening as Cas reaches for yet another box. “I never figured out the surprise but-”
“Perhaps later,” Cas stops her gently, his smile soft and then rather proud when he peers into their overflowing basket. He tries to take the handles from her but Hannah clicks her tongue and walks away to check-out before he can object, wanting to try every bit of this ‘grocery store’ experience for herself.