almaasi:

I can’t help but see this as a metaphor for the people in Dean’s life. Pie is something Dean loves. He knew he wanted pie, he asked for pie. Pie is simple, cake is layered and complex. But the pie is not there. He has cake instead, and in this instance it’s a substitute. He doesn’t want cake right now, but he got it anyway. He feels the loss of the pie, but he has to make do with the cake. He does like cake but it’s not the same as pie, it will never fill that emptiness inside him that only pie can fill.

Hint: Cas is pie. Sam is cake.

“This is riduculous,” Dean muttered to himself, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket. He trailed behind Sam and Cas, his eyes resting on the form of his angel while scenes from last night played back in his mind.
Oh yes, he was definitely going to have Cas bring out the wings again.

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I can’t help but see this as a metaphor for the people in Dean’s life. Pie is something Dean loves. He knew he wanted pie, he asked for pie. Pie is simple, cake is layered and complex. But the pie is not there. He has cake instead, and in this instance it’s a substitute. He doesn’t want cake right now, but he got it anyway. He feels the loss of the pie, but he has to make do with the cake. He does like cake but it’s not the same as pie, it will never fill that emptiness inside him that only pie can fill.

Hint: Cas is pie. Sam is cake.

thegestianpoet:

geothebio:

they-killed-rory:

bakingtachetartsforhotson:

blindinginfinity:

Sherlock’s || A cafe in Whitby, England.

The menu includes Baker Street Ices, and a Moriarty Milkshake.

And they do really good cakes.

Guys, they do cakes. I think we have an idea what the icing really is

I think I know where we should have the next Cakefuckers Anonymous Sherlock meet : |

 i bet mycroft takes his lunch breaks here

 I WANT TO GO TO THERE

fawkes-in-flames: