Dean's eyes darted to Crowley's mouth. He wasn't stupid. He knew why Crowley was sitting so close. He wasn't going to give the demon the satisfaction of knowing how uncomfortable he was.
He leaned back, sharing a tiny piece with Mary and trying to focus on her and not on the demon who was doing a great impression of Cas.
"Well... you're good at it, I guess."
Not that Dean had a lot of home-made baked good to compare it to.
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Date: 2012-04-20 12:52 am (UTC)He leaned back, sharing a tiny piece with Mary and trying to focus on her and not on the demon who was doing a great impression of Cas.
"Well... you're good at it, I guess."
Not that Dean had a lot of home-made baked good to compare it to.