Left and Forgotten

Chapter 6

I'm sorry but I'm in the mood to write in Gabe's POV... You probably want to hear Cas' POV, sorry... ;-;

~Loki

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*Gabriel POV*

You know how horrible it feels to be sick? You know the head was pounding like someone had been punching you in the face all night. The hacking cough that feels like you will soon have no lungs. The sore throat scratched up by invisible nails. Lastly the runny nose that refuses to stop dripping snot down your face. Well that was all happening to me. I laid on the sofa channel surfing. Nut cracker? Nah not the best game show. Supernatural? Good show but the laugh track makes me want to kill someone. Random Cop Show? I hate cop shows, they are all exactly the same. Doctor Sexy MD. Finally a show I can actually watch! I pulled a blanket over my body and situated myself of the sofa so that I could watch the TV and be as comfortable as possible. I was perfectly content with life when the phone started ringing. I groaned loudly knowing only I would hear myself. Dragging my half dead self off the sofa I grabbed the phone.

"Hello?" I sounded like a zombie.

"Hello, is are you Michael Novak? This is Mrs. Smith, I am the nurse at the school Castiel goes to,"said an old voice on the other end of the phone.

"Hey, Smithy. Mike isn't home right now but lucky you... you get me," I might have been a half dead zombie but I was still Gabriel.

"Gabriel? Why aren't you at school," Smith scolded.

"Not ditching or anything just sick. Why'd you call?"

"Castiel passed out in the middle of his class," Smith explained. "He's fine just has a fever."

"Alright, I'll come pick him up. See you soon, Smithies."

"Goodbye, Gabriel," Smith pretended to be unamused. The phone clicked and I pulled it away from my ear. Fainted in the middle of class? Cassie will never live that down. I looked longingly at the TV. Silently I vowed to kill Cas in his sleep for making me unable to watch Doctor Sexy MD all day.

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My reasoning's for not putting on real clothes before I went to get Cas were sound: A) I'm sick B) I'm Gabriel and C) I'm sick. Good reasons right? Well upon pulling up to the school I regretted it. I could see students bustling about in the school. I looked down at my stained T and baggy sweats and swore under my breath. If I went home it'd be a long time for Cas to wait. I took a few moments of thought, composed myself, Then unwillingly got out of the car. I patted down my matted blond hair as I walked towards the door.

"Lookin' sexy, Gabe," A British voice mocked as I entered the school.

"Shut up Crowley," I grumbled carrying on down the hallway.

"No really, my day was bad enough without sick you mucking it up," Crowley grumbled easily matching my pace.

I raised an eyebrow at Crowley "How'd you know I was sick. I don't remember texting you about it. Are you stalking my, Lucky?"

"Call me that again Gabriel and I will kill you," Crowley growled.

"Fine. Using the full name. You must be serous, Growley," I pouted, "You're no fun."

"Deadly serious. Also I am not stalking you," Crowley ignored the new nickname. "You weren't in Advanced Algebra today and you're wearing the I could not care less outfit. The one you only were that when you're dead on your feet," Crowley deduced easily.

"Jesh, Growley. I don't even know me that well," I laughed.

"I wish I didn't know you at all," Crowley grumbled.