sick || destiel au

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"Are you sure it's just a cold Cas?" Dean asked Castiel walking into their bedroom bringing the sick man chicken noodle soup. "Maybe it's time to see a doctor." Dean suggested sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I know you don't really like the doctor or doctors in general but this has to stop. It's been about two months we've tried just about everything," Dean laid down on the bed sighing before continuing "we've tried tea, herbs, Cas we've tried the whole damm pharmacy!" Dean's tone grew loud with frustration. Castiel jumped a little at the sudden change.

  "Im sorry Cas. I just - I just dont want to see you so sick." Dean apologized. Even though it was Castiel who has sick Dean felt horrible. It pains him when Castiel has coughing fits. It sucks the life out of him when all he sees is Castiel laying in bed.

  Castiel took Dean's hand who grabbed onto his.

  "Im sorry." Castiel managed to say before starting one of many soon to come coughing fits. He hated this. He hated being in bed all day. He hated constantly coughing. Most of all he hated seeing Dean. He hated seeing Dean tired. He hated seeing Dean sad. He hated seeing Dean look so empty. He hated seeing Dean's lifeless eyes which have replaced his original lively green eyes. He hated seeing Dean with bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep. He just hated it.

  Dean soon got up having to get ready for work.

  "Feel better Cas." Dean gave Castiel a peck on the forehead before going to work leaving Castiel to his thoughts.

  'Maybe it is time to go to the doctor.' Castiel thought ' Dean may be right for once.'

Castiel was ready to take Dean's advice.