Author's Note: Hi! I hope you're enjoying the drabbles so far! In hindsight, I probably should have put this at the front of yesterday's chapter, but I guess it must have escaped me. Sorry these are so short, but they're just snippets of Dean and Cas' everyday/hunting life. If you want more in-depth stories, I'll probably be posting more longer length fics later on when I have more time. But for now, though, hope you enjoy this one, and feel free to leave a comment or review if you liked it!
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Dean looked up from tinkering with the Impala at the stench of smoke.
He coughed, and tried to go back to his work, but he soon became alarmed at all of his mental radar at once flaring up with one thought.
Cas.
He ran, trying to find the source of the smoke.
"Cas?" he called out. "Cas!" Dean sighed in relief as he saw the angel come around the side of the house, waving away the smoke with a dishtowel. "Are you OK? What's goin' on?" he asked, in retrospect not as gently as he should have.
Cas looked up, his blue eyes red-rimmed from all the smoke, shimmering and watery.
"My apologies, Dean," he said, interrupting himself with a cough. "I tried to make burgers with the new barbeque grill, but I seem to have burned them."
Dean laughed and pulled Cas in for a hug.
"Aw babe, I'm sure they taste great." he said with a smile. "Now c'mon, I'll help you, and let's get this all fixed before Sammy flips." Cas smiled and lead him to the grill, hand in hand.