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Sick!Castiel X Reader

A/n: Okie y'all my wheel picked Cas so he's next. Leave me any other requests pleaseee!!! Anyways, enjoy.

I was woken up at 4 am to the sudden presence of my angel boyfriend beside my bed, I flipped over to face him, turning on the lamp beside my bed to get a better look at him. I fought back a gasp when I saw how ghostly pale Castiel was, his brow heavily coated in sweat. "Aw baby, come sit," I coo softly, "what's wrong?" I question, referring to why he was here at this ungodly hour.

"My stomach feels bad." He mumbled, carefully sitting down beside me. I looked down and saw that he did indeed have an arm protectively draped across his stomach.

"Bad how so?" I question the frightened angel in the same soft voice.

"It hurts worse than when the Leviathans were trying to claw their way out." He murmurs, obviously upset.

"Aw okay," I coo, placing a gentle hand on his forehead, feeling the unnecessary heat. "Do you think you're gonna throw up?"

"What's that?" Cas muttered dazedly, his fever affecting his thought process.

"It's something that happens to humans when they get sick or drink too much," I explain gently.

"How will I know?" He questions, looking so innocent and confused, almost like a deer in headlights.

"Uh, your mouth fills with extra spit, you get hot and cold flashes, your stomach feels uncomfortably heavy, uh you get really shaky, and sweating... basically if you start feeling like this let me know cause we need to get to the bathroom."

"Uh, I feel like that." He mumbles timidly. I nod, placing a comforting hand on his back before I carefully help Cas off my bed and down the hall.  "(Y/n)... I feel something climbing up my throat..." My eyes blow wide and I start dragging my boyfriend faster, but it was fruitless. Right as we were about the enter through the doorframe of the bathroom, a wet hiccup finally set Castiel off. He projectile vomited all over his front and the floor, apologizing profusely, tears streaming down his cheeks.

When he gets a break in between heaves, I gently drag him the rest of the way to the toilet. "Oh, baby..." I murmured, dropping to my knees beside him, my hand rubbing over his back. "C'mon... Get it all out," I soothed the sick angel as he continued to throw up, his hands gripping the rim of the toilet, knuckles whitening from the intensity of his grip. He vomited four more times, before finally raising his head, panting. His skin looked waxy and pale, sweat beading along his hairline.

I press a kiss to his clammy forehead before standing, wetting a washcloth and filling the cup by the sink with water, joining him again on the floor. "Here we go..." I murmured, dabbing at his mouth with the cold facecloth, placing it on his neck when was done and handing him the water. He took a tentative sip, deciding instead to just wash his mouth out the hand the cup back to me.

Once I was sure he wasn't gonna start puking again, I carefully help him back to my bed, stripping off his sick soiled clothes before helping him lay down and get comfy. I set the icky clothes in the bathroom so I could run them downstairs to the laundry later. As I exit the bathroom I grab the cold face cloth, setting it on Cas's sweat-soaked forehead. I place a sick bucket beside him, instructing him to use it if he felt like he was gonna throw up again, then grabbed the dirty clothes from the bathroom to clean.

Once the clothes were in the wash, I make my way back to my sickly angel boyfriend. He was curled into a tight ball, sick bin right by his head, an arm tightly clutching his upset tummy. I sit down lightly on the edge of my bed, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Cas slowly cracks opens his eyes at my touch, letting out a low groan at the horrible feeling in his stomach. I begin to stroke gentle circles across his upper back and shoulders, knowing there wasn't much else I could do to help besides providing comfort.

He curls tightly into a ball, nuzzling himself tightly into my body. "How do humans endure this regularly," Cas whined, clenching his arms around his sour stomach "it's absolutely awful." I just nod, letting out a small noise of sympathy before returning to gently stroking the angel's back. He thankfully managed to drift off about 25 minutes later, his breathing getting heavier and evening out.

I gently drape my thin sheet over Castiel's overheating body then quickly wiggle myself out from his grasp. I could feel my phone going off for the hundredth time in my pocket and quickly dig it out before it could ring out again. Just as expected, it was Dean and all of the missed calls were from him as well. I click the little green answer button, teleporting to the kitchen so I could put my phone on speaker without disturbing Cas.

"Hey, Dean, what's up?" I greet the elder Winchester.

"Have you seen Cas? He isn't answering." I could tell he was worried, it almost made me laugh how much he acted like Cas' big brother as well.

"Yeah he's at my house right now, he's sick," I explain calmly, knowing he'd freak at the news.

"Wait, did you say he was sick? Like sick sick, like human sick?" Dean almost yelled, his tone getting more and more frantic as he carried on his sentence.

"Yup, he's been hunched over my toilet almost all morning," I explain in the same calm voice as before.

"Im coming over." He says before hanging up abruptly. I knew he was already out the door and jumping into his black 67 Chevy Impala, speeding his ass over to my house. Not ten minutes later I heard the expected pounding on the door. I teleport down and quickly open the door before Dean could obnoxiously pound on it again.

"Yeah, chill I heard you, no need to abuse the shit outta my poor door dude." He just pushed past me into my house. Having been here a thousand times before he already knew the entire layout of my house so he had no trouble getting to my bedroom to find his sick best friend. He sat down on the edge of the bed, doing a once over of Cas to gauge his condition.

I knew they would be fine for a bit so I decided to run to the store, not knowing what exactly would help an ill angel, but I know I certainly didn't have what I needed in my stock. I send Dean a text telling him I was going out before heading out, I knew they could look after each other for a while. I just hoped that whatever Cas had wasn't transmittable to humans.

A/n: Sorry this is kinda dog shit im having a really bad writer's block recently. Anyways, please leave me any other requests in the comments I'll get to them as soon as I can. BYEEE!!!

~Luna