"You turn it on here."
"Okay."
"And this is the charger. Plug it in when the battery icon goes red, or anytime you have the chance, okay? You never know when you'll be around an outlet again."
"Okay."
"And this is your number. If you need someone to get in contact with you, you give this to them."
"I do know how telephone numbers work, Dean."
Dean patted Castiel reassuringly on the back to diffuse the angry look he was receiving from the Angel. "Hey, I'm no expert with these things either, but we need a new way to get in touch with you with this new Angel warding you installed on our ribs."
"I am well aware." Castiel sighed.
Castiel saw cell phones everywhere, and everyone made it look so easy. But looking down at the small device in his hands, there was more to it than just typing a number and hitting the call button. It had to be maintained, kept operative and filled with minutes.
"And now for the important part." Dean snatched the phone out of Castiel's hands and typed on the device. Castiel peered over his shoulder and watched as Dean typed his number into the contact list.
Dean handed back the phone and Castiel stared down at the illuminated numbers and sighed; "Thank you."
"Hey, don't be like that." Dean cleared his throat, trying to find some encouraging words for the dispirited Angel. "That annoying little piece of technology is going to be your strongest weapon from now on."
Castiel frowned at the small device in his hand. It could hardly defend him against anything. "How?"
"Because now we can call you whenever we need you and more importantly – You can call us. So, when you need help, just call."
The frown turned into a small smile. Though he felt quite alone, being on the run from his brothers and sisters, the Winchesters made a decent compensation for his loss. Even though he often was on his own now, he was not truly alone.