sick || destiel au

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So its just a flu?" Dean asked breaking the silence that consumed the interior of the 1967 Chevy Impala with the name of 'Baby'.

Castiel paid no attention to the freckled man in the driver's seat. Instead he was wrapped in his thoughts staring out the window. The sky was filled with blue and the sun shined brighter than before with no cloud in sight. Why does it have to be like this he thought. He hated lying especially to Dean. And it pained him more when the other man believed him.

"Cas!" The green eyed driver spoke up causing the blue eyed passenger to jump.

"What?" Castiel asked snapping out of his thoughts and looking towards Dean before starting a coughing fit.

Dean sighed waiting for his lover to calm down before starting over.

"Cas are you sure it's just a flu," Dean began "I just dont think it is. Maybe that son of a bitch missed something!"

Castiel didn't like the tone of Dean's voice or the worry in his eyes.

"Dean calm down, he's a doctor I think he knows what he's doing. It's nothing to worry about" Castiel reassured him before having starting another coughing fit.

It was a lie. Almost everything that came out of Castiel's mouth was a lie. The doctor didn't know what it was. At first he suspected a cold then the poor man was confused. The conversation just repeated itself over and over in Castiel's head. The doctor didn't know exactly what it was but it wasnt good and it wasn't going to end good either.

" Oh my, Castiel "

" Wha-what is it "

" This has been my third time seeing it "

" Seeing what "

" I dont know , you appear to be perfectly healthy just like the cases before you and all of a sudden this. I know one thing for sure, and Im sorry to tell you this but you're gone "

" Im what "

" i am truly sorry Castiel you only have two months to live"