“What’s up?” Dean lifted his head from his pillow and peered across the room to where Cas was standing in the motel’s kitchenette. Just standing there, examining the microwave.
“I’m making breakfast,” Cas replied, without taking his eyes off the microwave.
Dean raised his eyebrows. “Whatcha making?”
“Toast.” Cas pressed a button on the microwave
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