"Thanks, Cas." I say as he hands me a bowl of soup and puts a a cup of hot tea on the table in front of me. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Castiel asks me worriedly. My throat hurts too much to talk, so I just shake my head. I lay back down on the couch and whisper, "I've got an angel protecting me." Cas smiles and says, "Yeah, me." Then, he proceeds to lay down with me and comfort me in my sickness. I cough and Cas rubs my back. He helps me sit up and says, "Here. Drink your tea." I take a few sips and feel its warmth caress my aching stomach.
