Dean Winchester's Ode to Pie

Pie is delicious.
It's delicious when it's apple.
It's delicious when it's blueberry.
It's delicious when it's cherry, and no I don't mean that kind, but yeah, well, that kind too.

It's delicious when you eat it with your hands.
It's delicious on the end of a fork.
It's delicious hanging off an angel's lips, with the taste of his mouth just beneath the taste of the whipped cream.
(Her mouth. I mean her mouth. Of course.)

It's delicious when you bite off a big piece.
It's delicious with each little nibble.
It's delicious licked off an elbow or fingers or sometimes a thigh, with crumbs everywhere so you've got salty and sweet at the same time.
And it's delicious when you're not the one doing the licking.
(Shut up, Sam, I'm pouring my heart out in epic poetry here.)

Pie is delicious in every flavor, on every plate, and eaten with every topping and utensil you can imagine.
And on every body part.
And... yes, God damn it, all right, it's delicious when I'm fucking sucking it off Castiel's cock, OK? Are you happy now? For crap's sake, Sam!
(...Sam?
What's that look for?
Wait, you didn't...
you didn't know?)

Aw, crap.
I'll be right back.
Just... leave me a slice of the damn pie, OK?


*applause*