Dean was cooking some pasta on the stove for Sam's dinner when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Immediately entering into full awareness mode, he swivelled around to find Sam standing there, fringe too long and looking up at his older brother with a sad look on his face.
"When's dad coming back?" he asked.
Dean paused. He placed the cooking utensils down on the side and wrapped his arms around his brother. "I dunno, Sam. I dunno."
"Dean, I'm scared. What if he doesn't come back this time?"
"He will, Sammy. He always does." Dean felt like he was reassuring himself more than his baby brother when he said that.
Dean turned from where he was sat on the sofa when he heard his name being called. There was Castiel, squinting at the microwave with his head tilted to the side. "What's up, Cas?"
The angel turned to him. "Dean, how do you work a microwave oven?" he asked, a serious look on his face.
Dean smirked slightly. He jumped up from the sofa, and glanced over at Sam. Little nerd, always reading that book of his, Dean thought at the sight of his little brother sat on the bed, nose buried in the book Dean had got (well, stolen) for him at Christmas last year.
"Cas, what does ambiguous mean?" Sam shouted from his perch.
"It means, vague, or uncertain," came the reply, blue eyes still fixed upon the microwave. "Dean, what do I do?"
Dean moved over to the kitchen where Castiel was. "Well, what are you trying to do?"
Castiel blushed, and Dean laughed. "It's a surprise," the angel said. "I cannot tell you or I get into trouble."
"No you don't Cas, that's silly. Have you put the thing in the microwave?" he asked, trying to peer through the tinted glass.
"Yes I have," replied the angel, pushing him gently out of the way.
"How long you gotta put it in for?"
"I don't know. Let me check," said Castiel as he pulled a piece of paper out of his trenchcoat pocket. "It says two minutes."
"So you press the minute button – this one," he pointed at it, "twice, so that you see two minutes come up on the screen here.' He moved his finger to point at the screen. "Then, you press this big button here," he pointed it out. "And it'll go on for two minutes. Then you just have to wait for the beep to tell you it's done, and you can take the thing out."
"Thank you, Dean, for explaining," said Castiel.
"Welcome, Cas." Dean watched as the angel did everything Dean had told him to, wondering what he was up to.
When the two minutes were done, Castiel opened the door and pulled out a small pie. He extended it to Dean. "I made you some pie. It's apple flavoured. I hope."
"So that's what you were doing in the kitchen!" Dean hadn't been allowed in there after dinner because Castiel had refused to let him near it. He bit into the pie carefully, and his stomach growled. It was really good.
"Cas, this is great. Thank you so much," he said, before pulling his friend into a hug.
"You're welcome, Dean," came the reply with a smile.
A/N: Okay so I have big exams (well, GCSEs) and stuff this year - eep! So I'm gonna be revising for those a lot and I'm not really sure when I'll be able to update.
Please bear with me, I'll try post more as much as I can. Thank you for reading so far and sticking round though, it's greatly appreciated.