(Destiel)Sick

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Cas POV
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Dean and I were on the couch watching TV when Dean suddenly coughs and sneezes

"Dean! Are you dying?" I asked worried.

"Ha. No, Cas. It's just a cold. *Sniff* I'll be fine." Dean said.

"Okay."

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A few days later Dean was sitting on the couch and I sat next to him. I leaned on him slightly but jerked away when he winces in pain.

"Dean, are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. Just a little achy is all."

"Okay. Please tell me if it gets worse."

"I will."

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"Cas! I'm cold!"

I hear Dean yell from the couch. I grab blankets and walk to the couch.

"Here," I say, handing him the blankets. "Scoot."

He scoots and I sit leaning on the arm of the couch.

"C'mere," I say.

Dean crawls over with the blankets. I hold him in my arms and extend my wings, wrapping us in them.

"They keep us angels warm so I thought they might keep you warm too," I say.

Dean soon falls asleep.

"Love you, Dean," I whisper.

"Love you too, Cas." I hear Dean say before I fall asleep too.

Yes, I know Cas could have just put two fingers to Deans, then boom the cold goes away but I wanted to put Cas' wings in. Bye Phancakes!! New one soon.

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