Hello readers! This story is just going to be random one-shots of Castiel trying to do regular, mundane things in humorous ways. I hope you like it!
"Dean?"
"Yeah Cas?"
"You said to make toast I need to push down on the lever. But every time I do it pops back up."
"Is the toaster plugged in?"
"Does it need to be?"
"Yes it does. Just follow the black cord until you come to the end and stick it in the outlet then try the toaster."
"Ok. It stayed down. Now what?"
"Wait until the it pops up."
Five minutes later Dean heard the shrill ding of the toaster followed by loud crashes. Sprinting into the kitchen Dean held back all but a few chuckles. Cas was sitting on the ground, the pile of previously stacked bowls and pans littering the ground and one sitting on his head. He was staring accusingly at the toaster. Upon hearing Dean chuckle he turned to look at him.
"What happened Cas?" Dean asked as he reached down and helped Cas up.
"I think your toaster is possessed. It let out a shriek before throwing toast at me." Cas answered, eyeing the toaster warily.
"It's not possessed Cas. The toast is supposed to pop out but the spring is broken so it does sometimes pop into the air. And the shriek was just the dinger making sure you know when the toast is done."
"I still think its possessed." Cas said, scowling petulantly.
"Maybe it is. Anyways, you should eat your toast before it gets cold."
The day after that the toaster mysteriously turned into a pile of ashes and in the weeks following the Winchesters would find copious amounts of salt in the other appliances.