Ash: Um...Star?

Star: Yes?

Ash: Three bajillion?

Star: Yes. He has to eat three bajillion hot wings.

Ash: Why?

Star: Cause.

Ash: We can't buy that many hot wings,Star. 

Star: So? Ask Chuck.

 Ash: I'm sorry Chuck. *goes off to find Chuck and Castiel.*

-at a table near where Sky is still trapped-

Castiel:*looks at Ash then to Star then to the table* Why? I don't need to eat, I'm an angel.

Star: So eating three bajillion hot wings shouldn't be a problem.

Castiel: That makes some sense. Alright.

Sky: Can I have some?

-roughly two hours later-

Star:*amazed* Wow! That was amazing.

Ash: How did it taste Sky?

Sky: Like molecules. Why didn't I taste the spice?

Castiel: Angels don't need to eat, so when we do we don't actually taste the flavor.

Ash: Regretting asking Chuck to be an angel?

Sky: No!

Castiel: Why did I have to eat all of that?

Star: Cause I dared you to do it.

Castiel: Alright.