Sam Winchester woke up to Dean talking to Castiel rather loudly.

"...the fifth time, you start it by flipping the metal switch-thing." There was a pause then the sound of water started. "You wash your hair with that shampoo and then wash anything else with that soap."

Sam sat up and looked over to the bathroom, an amused smile on his face. He got up from his bed and walked over quietly, standing in front of the door way.

Dean looked at Sam, and the little brother could see that he was agitated.

"Castiel needs help. Somehow he... he got into the garbage. Don't ask, 'cause I haven't got a clue." He sighed then glanced at the running shower.

Cas turned to Sam, then same content face that he last saw.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked the tall, young man who looked like he was about to laugh, yet he was feeling stressed.

"Yeah, I slept fine." He glanced at the two, then at the shower. "Do you get it now? How to work the shower?"

Castiel looked back, his face a bit uneasy now.

"I can handle it. If anything goes wrong, I'll yell for both of you."

Dean walked out of the bathroom, making a quick pace to get away from the angel.

Awkwardly, Sam said 'good luck' to Cas, then followed after Dean. He found his big brother sitting in the living room, laying back with his eyes closed. The room seemed a bit dark for morning, but Sam shrugged it off; it seemed like the least of his worries.

"It's a bit of a handful," he spoke, a laugh arising. "Cas is like a child we have to deal with, sometimes."

Dean turned his gaze over to his brother, a small half smile on his face. "Yeah, guess so. He has a lot of power though, so this is a child that you don't want to make angry."

Sam's smile grew. He thought about the things Castiel could help with- the supernatural type things. Obviously Cas wouldn't be too good at helping with modern work like computers.

Suddenly, Castiel walked into the room, a towel poorly wrapped around himself. Dean and Sam's eyes narrowed in curiousity at the man who was dripping wet, and one of them seemed to cough awkwardly.

"I... forgot how to turn it off."

Getting up and muttering 'oh God', Dean pushed past Castiel to the bathroom. While he was in there turning it off, Castiel looked back at Sam and stared at him, inhaling deeply.

"How about we get you some clothes?" Sam suggested with a nod and walked to Dean's room to find some clothes.