Castiel's First Poptart
"DEAN, GET UP!" yelled Sam as he hit his older brother with a pillow. Dean groaned and rolled over, muttering something incoherent under his breath. Castiel watched with interest as Sam continuously hit Dean with a pillow. He would never understand human behavior.
"Fine, I'm up! I'm up!" Dean yelled, as Sam tried to drag him out of bed by his legs after taking all of his blankets and pillows.
Dean yawned widely before muttering a good morning under his breath to the angel that had been watching both boys' fight.
"What do we have for breakfast, Sam?" Dean asked his brother, who looked up from his laptop for a few seconds to respond back.
"Uh, let me see," he said as he made his way to the little kitchen that was in their hotel room. He opened a cabinet. "All we have left is Poptarts."
Dean sighed as he flopped back onto the bed. "You know I hate Poptarts. Go get me some pancakes or something. I think there's an iHop down the street."
"Dean, you know we can't do that. There are wanted signs with our faces on it all over this town," said Sam, also a tiny bit disappointed.
"Dean, what is a Poptart?" Castiel asked, his face scrunched with confusion.
Sam gasped. "You've never had a Poptart?!"
Castiel shook his head, confusion still etched on his face.
"Well, it's the most disgusting thing in the world if you ask me. A stupid excuse for a breakfast food," said Dean, who was still lying on the bed with his eyes shut, apparently not going to move anytime soon.
"What made you Mr. Grumpy Pants this morning?" Sam remarked before turning to face the puzzled angel. "A Poptart is a rectangular pastry with lots of different flavors that you put into this magical silver box and it heats it."
"I know what a toaster is, Sam."
Sam's face flushed with embarrassment. "Oh, right. Anyway, you can try one if you want."
He opened the cardboard box flap and pulled out a rectangular silver package. He peeled it open and showed Cas what it looked like.
Castiel took it in his hands and examined it. "It doesn't look very appetizing. It's cold."
Sam smiled. "That's why we have a toaster!" He took the Poptart back from Castiel and popped it in the toaster and set the dial to the right temperature and time.
"It will pop out in a few seconds. That's why it's called a Poptart," explained Sam.
Castiel nodded, still not fully understanding the concept.
After a few moment, the Poptart popped out of the toaster, steam rising off the top and the chocolate filling coming out the sides.
Castiel didn't know what to make of it. All he knew was it smelled nice.
Sam took out a paper plate from a drawer and placed the Poptart on it. He handed it out to Cas.
Cas just stared apprehensively at it.
"Oh, come on, Cas. The worst that could happen is that you don't like it," Sam said pushing the plate further towards him.
Castiel took it in his hands and immediately dropped it.
"It's hot."
He waited for a few moments for it to cool and then picked it back up, Sam watching from across the little table for his reaction.
Castiel stared at it for a second and then took a small bite out of the corner.
His face lit up as he took a second and third bite. Sam grinned. "I told you they were good!"
"No they're not!" Dean exclaimed from his place on the bed. Sam and Castiel jumped. They thought he was asleep. Sam hit him with a pillow again.
Castiel licked the rest of the chocolate filling off his fingers before looking at Sam. He asked for another Poptart.
And that was the story of how Poptarts became Castiel's second favorite human food.