When Cas Goes to the Grocery Store: The StoryCastiel could nearly smell the burgers, but by the time he wheeled his cart to the freezer aisle, he saw an old woman. She had silver hair and clean black pants, a pink t-shirt and black sweater. The angel could tell - she had a pure soul. On any given day, Castiel would have felt compelled to have a small, friendly chat with her or even help her carry her groceries outside. After all, it was his duty to himself and to God. But when he saw her take out the last of the White Castle burgers, something inside changed.
Perhaps it was his human vessel. All of a sudden, his craving for the burgers - which he and Dean had since run out of at home - intensified. He couldn't wait until the grocery store decided to restock their shelves. And Dean, being Dean, had of course chose a home in the Middle-of-Nowhere, Kansas (as Sam had named it). There wasn't another grocery store for miles. Castiel could always zap himself to another location, a different store. But he'd been taking care of the child
When Cas Discovers CoffeeDean woke up from his sleep, startled by a crash. He grabbed the salt and gun by his bed and glanced over at his brother's: empty. "Sam? Sammy!"
Another crash. Dean ran into the kitchen. "Sam, are you -"
Sam was standing in the kitchen, cringing, as a blur of black and beige zipped across the room like the Tasmanian Devil.
"What the hell...? Is that a demon?"
Sam ducked as a lamp flew across the room and nearly hit his head, "Nope."
The tornado spun to a stop and there stood a nerdy tax accountant in a trenchcoat: the angel Castiel. Dean only shook his head. "What happened to you, Cas?"
Still shaking, Castiel answered quickly, "Coffee."
In a second he was gone from the room. Sam looked around confused before Cas appeared at another corner. And then he disappeared. And reappeared on the ceiling fan. Disappeared again, before showing up on the motel counter above the mini-fridge, which he opened with one wing and grabbed another iced coffee.
Dean sat helplessly in a chair, watching as Ca
Smoke, Fire, and PiePairing: Sam/Castiel
Any time that Castiel tried to participate in a human tradition, something went wrong. Now, he tilted his head in confusion while staring at the stove. It had taken longer than the cookbook had said and plumes of black smoke were starting to come out of the stove's side, the body of the turkey lost from Castiel's sight.
"Dean! Are human appliances supposed to smoke?"
"No, wh- CAS! Cas, what did you do?"
Dean pulled himself up from the couch where he was watching the Peanuts special and ran over to the kitchen. Before he could reach it, Castiel bolted out, grabbing Dean by the shoulder where he'd once left a hand print. The hunter and the angel made it out the door before they heard a small explosion.
"Damn it, Cas! Now you set the house on fire."
If Dean had been able to see Castiel's wings at the moment, he would have witnessed them droop in disappointment, sadly brushing the ground. All Sam had ever wanted was an apple pie life. And - now that Cro