Characters: Dean, Castiel (Sam mentioned)
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: don't own
Dean's in a whole lot of trouble; what a good job Castiel's there.
"I believe the box said 'fragile'," Castiel observed.
"Yeah," snorted Dean; "thanks Sherlock!"
"Why, then, did you drop Sam's new laptop on the floor?"
"It was an accident," Dean snapped, scrabbling under the table for the shattered components; "I only borrowed it while he's in the bathroom."
"Perhaps he will not notice?" Castiel reflected; "actually no," he added, studying the unfortunate gadget's crumpled remains; "you are screwed."
Dean gasped, hearing Sam's footsteps approaching.
"Cas," he muttered; "remember how you wanted to learn about all aspects of human behaviour?"
Castiel nodded hesitantly.
Thrusting the wreckage into the bemused angel's arms, Dean turned and bolted.