The cake chick was back!

Dean had noticed that the bakery area had been absent one sweet-faced girl since Valentine's, and he was pretty sure that was his doing. Or, actually, that dumbass spell-whatever's doing. Either way, Dean hadn't gone looking for her - her running away had been upset, not 'chase me!'

But now she was back, and he had no problem whatsoever with wandering up to the bakery case. "Hey. Probably I should tell you I'm Dean. Since we didn't get around to that before."