Destiel one shots

Sick Day

Plot: Welp, the Great Dean Winchester is sick.

I sat up groggily, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I look over as the clock, 8:30. I sigh, I go to get up and see Dean still lying in bed.

Huh, that's odd. Dean normally got up before I did, to make breakfast.
"Dean, come on, wake up." I say, shaking him lightly. He stirs.
"Hey, angel." he croaks. He sounds sick.

"Dean, are you feeling okay? I think you might be sick." I ask already knowing the answer.
"Yeah I'm fine. I don't get sick." he replies in a raspy voice. He goes to stand up but wobbles a bit. I stand up and push him back down onto the bed.
"Mm, kinky." he mummers. I sigh and shake my head.

I place my hand on his forehead, he's burning up. I look down and I notice that his teeth are slightly chattering. I stand up and walk over to our closet. I pull out my blue sweater that's a bit big on me. I walk over and help Dean put it on.

He lays back down on the bed as I pull the covers up over top of him.
"I'll be right back." I say, placing a soft kiss or his very warm forehead. He nods closing his eyes.

I walk down the stairs to find Sam in the kitchen.
"Hey Cas." he says, barely looking up from his newspaper, sipping on his coffee.
"Good morning, Sam." I reply walking over to the cupboard.
"Do you know where the medicine is?" I ask. He looks up at me.
"Yeah why?"
"Dean is sick." I reply. He seemed surprised, but shows me where the medicine is. I make Dean a bowl of oatmeal and walk up the stairs back to Dean.

I open the door to see Dean lying down in bed, his eyes closed, snoring. I walk over and barely tap him on his shoulder. He opens his stunning green eyes as I set the tray down on the nightstand.
"Come on you need to sit up." I say, helping him up and fixing the pillows to accommodate. He groans.

"Here take this." I say handing him the medicine and a glass of water. Dean takes it from my hands shakily, he swallows the medicine with a sour face, then sips from the glass. He hands that glass back to me, I set it back on the nightstand. I picked up that bowl of oatmeal and put some on the spoon and brought it to Dean's lips.
"I can feed myself you know." he said, eating from the spoon anyway.

Once Dean had finished his oatmeal I set the bowl down and climbed up onto the bed, wrapping my arms around his waist my head on his shoulder.
"I'm going to get you sick."
"I don't care. I'm  sitting right here with you." I inquire. He nods leaning into my touch.

We sit there watching tv for while. We ended up switching positions for that way or backs were up against the headboard, Dean's head on my shoulder. I ran my hands through his short hair, as he sat there with his eyes closed. He reached his hand out to mine and grasped it. He feel asleep shortly afterwards.

"I love you, Dean." I whisper kissing his head.
"I love you too." he mumbled into my shoulder, apparently not fully asleep. I smile as we both drift off to sleep.