Meanwhile at the bunker...

Dean: Hey Sammy. I've got to talk to you about something

Sam: Sure Dean

Dean: So it's like this alright... You know how I love pie the best?

Sam: Yes I know how you love pie the best

Dean: Yeah and I always did since I can remember. And if anybody ever even asked me to eat cake-

Sam: You'd throw a bitch fit

Dean: I'd politely decline. Shut up Sammy I'm talking. Anyway all my life it was pie and not cake.

Dean: But imagine that one day this cake came into my life... this really amazing cake. Like it looks like the most delicious thing to sit on a plate - plucked from God's own dessert tray, if you will.

Dean: And I'm like "DAMN! I need to eat this cake right now." And it's not like I don't still love pie, right, like pie is still awesome. But this cake looks so good that I might never eat pie again

Dean: I can see myself making sweet love to this cake for the rest of my life

Sam: Dean what...

Sam: What are you even saying?

Dean:

Dean: I might be a little gay for Cas