Mary is the middle child, younger than Dean but older than Sam. She has been with Cas for almost 3 months, he currently lost his power but can still zap around, just cant hear prayers or heal people.
"What the hell happened to you?" Dean questions walking into the motel room, Sam on his heels. "Fuck off De. I don't feel good." Mary grumbles from one of the twin beds. Dean rolls his eyes and drops the takeout he brought home for her on the table before pressing a cool hand to her forehead. "You're burning up. You got any Tylenol Sammy?" Dean questions knowing his brother always had a bottle stashed somewhere. "Yeah. You alright Sis?" Sam questions handing her a bottle. "Peachy. I was shitting the whole time you were gone. I think I have food poisoning." She groaned dry swallowing 3 then tossing the bottle back. "Gross. Well try and keep the meds down. Hopefully, it will bring down your fever." Dean sighed going to the table and starting to review the case files they just pulled from the morgue. "Do you need anything?" Sam questions tucking a strand of his sister's matted blonde hair behind her ear. "I'm alright. Thanks, Sammy." Mary says giving him a small smile. Sam joined his brother at the table pulling out his laptop to research while Mary snuggled into the covers too tired to even keep her eyes open.
It was two hours later when she woke up, her brothers still in the same spot. Working the case. She felt hot, waves of heat rolling off her as saliva pooled in her mouth and her throat started to close up. She hurried out of bed and ran toward the bathroom dropping down in front of the toilet and immediately starting to heave. Both brothers were quick to stop what they were doing and went to comfort their sister. Sam paused at the door frame the harsh smell flooding his nose as Dean kneeled beside her and started rubbing her back. After almost an hour her heaving slowed and she started to sob. Dean flushed away the vomit and handed her the water Sam provided. "Deep breaths Mar. Breathe, what can I do?" Dean questions. "Cas. I want Cas." She cries wiping her tears on her flannel sleeve. "Alright. Sam, you want to call?" Dean calls out. Sam nodded quickly pulling out his phone. He felt guilty for not being in there with her but he wasn't great with vomit and the smell alone was already making him queasy.
C- Hello Sam.
S-Hey Cass, can you zap over. We are in a motel off Route 80, The Bind.
Seconds later Castiel appeared. "What's wrong?" He questions hearing Marys sobs and following the noise to the bathroom. His heart breaks seeing her cuddled into Deans chest hysterical. "What happened?" He questions kneeling beside her and placing a hand on her shoulder. "She isnt feeling well. She was asking for you." Dean says watching how quickly his sister unwrapped herself from his arms and clung to Cas in the matter of a second. "I can't heal you. I'm not strong enough. I am so sorry." Cas mutters wiping her tears, which were quickly replaced. He felt horrible for not being able to ease her pain. "It's ok. I don't want you to heal me. I just want you to be here." She says burying her head in his chest. "What do you need?" Cas questions holding her as close as he could. "You." She whispers nuzzling her face into the crook of her neck. His heart beat calming her. Cas looks to Dean defeated. "Why don't you take her to bed. She needs sleep." Dean says softly. Cas nods and picks her up carrying her to bed. He lays beside her and she snuggled into him as close as she could. "Are you alright?" He whispers. "I'm so cold." She whimpers back. Sam grabs the blanket off his bed and lays it over her. "I'm sorry I can't help you." Cas whispers. "You are helping." She whispers trying to control her chattering teeth. "I can't heal you." He whispers. "You can hold me." She whispers back.
