A/N;
Typically I don't write these, but Dean and Cas are already dating in this one :). I want to start writing more of these, but I thought I would just start with a short one first. It's kind of stupid but whatever. Thanks for reading!
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"Cas, get away from me!" Dean urged, attempting to shove the angel away. "I don't want you to get sick, too."
In his usual caring, concerned state, Cas refused, simply brushing Dean's fevered hands away. "Dean, I'm an angel." He said sternly, draping another blanket over the collecting pile. "I don't get sick."
It was obnoxious, of course, but even despite Cas' bickering, Dean couldn't help but find a sense of comfort. It was so like Cas to over-worry about little things, to get so flustered over anything having to do with Dean. Dean couldn't help but smirk at the aggressive concern that Cas had so quickly turned to.
"Oh, you don't?" Dean asked playfully, even through the strain of his tired voice. "Well in that case..."
"What?" Cas asked eagerly.
With effort, Dean shifted in the bed, leaving an open space underneath the blankets behind him. He smiled, pulling the multiple layers of covers back and patting the spot, motioning hopefully for Cas' company.
"Really?" Cas asked skeptically, raising an authoritative eyebrow. "I don't think that will help you get better."
"Nah," Dean argued tiredly with a smirk. "You're the only thing that can cure me, baby."
Cas' cheeks flushed at the sudden flirtatious quality Dean took on. The angel had seen Dean turn on his charm before, of course, in just about every bar they went to before the two of them had finally gotten together. But now, he couldn't help but be surprised had how tempting Dean could make himself even with a fever of one hundred and four.
"Dean..." Cas started hesitantly.
With something of a battle, Dean reached across the bed and grabbed Cas' hand, pulling him closer. "No. Get. In."
With a sigh, the angel's last sliver of resistance melted and he slipped off his shoes, crawling into the bed and pulling the covers over himself. Dean smiled contentedly, burying himself back into the blankets and pulling Cas' arm over.
Cas sighed again, pulling Dean closer and beginning to stroke his arm despite his objections. "I don't see how this is going to help," he murmured as Dean closed his eyes.
"Oh trust me, Cas," Dean assured charmingly. "I already feel better."
