Dean woke up to a ear-splitting scream.
He quickly ran to the source of the scream, shocked by the sight of the mess. Smoke was in the air, cracked eggs were on the counter, and an angel was backed into a corner with his blade out.
"Cas! What the heck happened?" Dean asked, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon. Cas just sat there, with a terrified look painted on his face.
Dean looked around to see the cause of Castiel's panicky discomfort.
All the windows and doors still had all of their sigils and were closed. The knives were still in place. No signs of sulfur.
Dean gave Castiel a puzzled look. Cas slowly got up, hiding behind Dean, and pointed at the corner with a broken toaster.
Dean, slowly piecing together what happened, turned to Cas, who still has his weapon drawn. "Care to explain?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I didn't know the toast flew at you," Cas squeaked. Dean tried not to chuckle. "Cas, it's just a toas-" "It scarred me, Dean." Dean sighed, and walked over to investigate the broken toaster.
After rummaging through the remains, Dean found two pieces of toast.
"Cas?" He asked. "Yes, Dean?"
"Why are there two pieces of burnt toast with syrup on them?"