Collection of Destiel

In Sickness and In Health

"I am going to die." Dean uttered bitterly as he shifted himself on the couch to try and ease the thundering ache that held his entire body captive.

Cas' back straightened a little as he eyed over Dean with fear. "I am going to take you to the hospital."

Dean rolled his eyes and sniffled. "It's just a phrase, Cas. I ain't really dying." Another loud sneeze. "Although death seems like roses compared to this."

"Death is not-"

"Cas, Jesus, I am not serious. You need to lighten up." Dean let out a soft groan as another wave of snot started to run down his upper lip. Before he had time to sit up to grab a tissue, Cas had one already held out to him.

"Thank you." The hunter grumbled as he accepted the tissue and blew his nose loudly with a thundering in his skull. The wince was caught by Cas and the ex-angel did the only thing that he thought to do, he leaned over and placed his hand comfortingly across Dean's shoulder (the same shoulder that held the scare from his rising from perdition).

A shiver shook the couch as Dean bundled himself deeper in his covers and snorted loudly. "Oh, Cas, dear Cas, shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"

Cas tilted his head with a little confusion at the odd question but he could hear the small hint of hysteria in Dean's voice. "I don't understand-"

"Hear my soul speak: The very instant that I saw you, did My heart fly to your service." Dean let out an exaggerated sigh as he flipped himself onto his back and stared into Cas' eyes with a playful grin. "It's Shakespeare, dumbass."

Cas lightened a little with a short smile. "Oh. Yes, the play write."

Letting out a painful snort, Dean shuffled forward even with the aches in his lower back and wrapped his one arm around Cas' shoulders. "Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love."

"Dean-"

But before Cas could get a word in edge wise, Dean's lips were crashed against his. The room was suddenly hot, but the kiss was only chaste. Their chests melted together as Cas ran his hand up Dean's neck and cradled the back of his neck. For years he had waited for this, and finally he had Dean in his grasp.

When Dean pulled away, he rested his forehead on Cas' and jus breathed calmly. "God help me, I might have died a couple minutes ago."

Cas chuckled, finally understanding the drama in Dean's sick state. "If you did, then we are both in heaven."

"And I got my own personal angel. Humanity be damned, I love you, Cas."

"I love you, too, Dean. In sickness and in health."

This time Dean snorted loud enough to cause him to turn and sneeze weakly. "You just-"

Cas silenced him by leaning in and wrapping his warm body around Dean's iced body. "Rest, Dean."

And so Dean rested in the arms of his fallen angel.