Sleepless Nights

Pie

As Cas pulled the bag of flour off of the top shelf of the cupboard his foot slipped on some water on the floor and he dropped it. He landed on his ass as a cloud of flour rose up around him. He let out an exasperated sigh. He'd been in the kitchen for nearly two hours trying to bake a pie for Dean and all he'd succeeded in making was a mess. He almost gave up, but he'd already spent so much time on it, he didn't want his efforts to be for nothing. Besides which, he really wanted to see one of Dean's far too-rare smiles break across his freckled face. He couldn't wait to see his emerald green eyes light up. Anything that would make Dean happy was worth the effort.

On the other hand, he really didn't know what he was doing. He needed help, but he didn't want to spoil the surprise for Dean. He looked through the phone numbers Sam and Dean had written down and left by the phone before they'd left and dialed Sam's number, hoping he would be able to direct him toward making the most beautiful and delicious pie in the world for the most beautiful and courageous man in the world.

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Dean was asleep in the passenger seat with his feet up on the dashboard and his seat reclined and Sam was driving the impala when his phone rang.

"Hey, Cas. Is everything okay?"

"No, Sam. It's not. There's flour everywhere and I don't know how to make a pie and it's all very frustrating. Can you please help me?"

Sam let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding and laughed out loud.

"Jesus Christ, Cas. Is that all? I thought you were in danger. Just Google a recipie and do what it says."

"I don't understand how to do that."

"Do you know how to turn on and use the computer?"

"I have seen you and Dean do so many times. I think I know how."

"Okay. Google's the home page so all you have to do is type in what you're looking for."

Cas went over to the computer, turned on the monitor, and nearly fell out of his chair. What he saw was so unexpected and most definitely not what Sam had described as Google. Instead he saw pictures women who's clothing (or rather, their lack thereof,) reminded him of the babysitter in that video Dean had told him not to talk about "Um, S-Sam?" he stuttered with a very confused, nervous, and almost frightened expression on his face. "This isn't Google. It says 'Busty Asian Beauties.' How do I get away from it? I don't like it."

This just caused Sam to laugh harder, which annoyed Cas. This human technology was confusing and he needed help, but he felt foolish that he couldn't do things that seemed so simple to everyone around him. "Don't laugh at me! This is really hard!" he snapped.

"I'm sorry, Cas. You don't need to be embarrassed though. You're right. Computers can be complicated if you haven't used them much."

It took another half hour for Sam to talk Cas through finding and printing out a pie recipie. "Okay, Cas. There you go. And if you need any more help you know how to reach me, okay? We'll be home as soon as we can. We're on the way."

"Thank you, Sam. And please don't tell Dean what I'm doing. I want it to be a surprise." Sam saw a truck approaching from the other direction them out of the corner of his eye, but payed no attention to it. "Of course. No problem...No, he didn't. He's been asleep the whole time. Okay. Bye."

As he hung up and put his full attention back to the road, he noticed that the truck was going faster than he'd thought, and it was drifting over onto the right side of the road, right in front of Sam. He was just about to move over into the next lane when