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Destiel: A Sick Angel

All day, Castiel had seemed...off. He wasn't his usual self; he was slow, lethargic, and unfocused. Dean didn't think much of it at first, figuring that Castiel was just still a little depressed about being turned into a human. But when the former angel's skin turned pale, his voice became rough and raspy (more than it usually is), and he started constantly coughing and sneezing; it was apparent that something was wrong.

Cue worried boyfriend mode...

"Cas, are you alright?" Dean asked when the three of them entered their motel room.

"I'm...not sure?" replied Castiel rubbing at his eyes which have become red and glossy.

Dean walks over to his boyfriend and sits him down on the bed. Then he gently places the back of his hand to Castiel's forehead.

"Woah, you're really warm. When did you start feeling bad?" Dean asked sitting next to Castiel.

"This morning, I guess. I've never felt like this before, is this what illness feels like?" Castiel answered.

Dean nods in response to Castiel's question. The dark-haired man slumps his shoulders, whining; then he leans forward resting his feverish forehead against the crook of his boyfriend's neck.

"I don't like being sick." said Castiel.

"I know, baby, nobody does." Dean said rubbing his boyfriend's back.

Dean's not quite sure what to do, Castiel has never been sick before. He also feels stupid for not anticipating this, he should've figured that after being turned human that Castiel would be susceptible to illness.

"It's gonna be okay, Cas, I'll take care of you." Dean said kissing Castiel's head.

He gets up and grabs a pair of sweatpants and his ACDC t-shirt.

"Change into these, you'll be much more comfortable." Dean said handing the clothes to the former angel.

"Okay." Castiel replied coughing.

After he got dressed, Dean got him under the covers and tucked in.

"Here." Sam said handing his brother a thermometer.

"Thanks." Dean said to Sam.

The hunter put the thermometer in his boyfriend's mouth and waits for it to beep. When it does, he takes it and looks at the reading. Castiel had a fever of 102 degrees.

"Is it bad?" Castiel asked seeing Dean frown.

"Kinda, but it's not too serious." Dean replied brushing Castiel's sweaty bangs aside.

"I'll handle this hunt on my own, you should stay here and take care of him." Sam told Dean.

"Okay, be careful, Sammy." Dean replied not looking away from his ailing boyfriend.

The oldest Winchester takes the keys out of his pocket and tosses them to his little brother. When the impala leaves the parking lot, Dean gives his full attention to Castiel, who's about to fall asleep.

"Don't fall asleep just yet, babe, you need to take some medicine first." Dean said.

He makes Castiel take an ibuprofen and a Nyquil before laying him back down. Just before Castiel drifted off, Dean lays a cold rag on his forehead. This makes a small sigh of relief escape his lips. As he slept, his boyfriend sat cross-legged beside him. A half hour later, Castiel turns onto his side and coughs harshly. It sounded so rough and painful, that it made Dean grimace in sympathy. He rubs his back until the fit has subsided.

"Deeeaaaannn." Castiel groaned weakly.

The former angel puts his head into his boyfriend's lap and curls up into a ball.

"Everything hurts...a-am I...am I dying?" Castiel whined, his face covered in tears, sweat, and snot.

To comfort him, Dean cards his fingers through Castiel's feathery black locks, which is now greasy and slick with sweat.

"You're not dying, Cas, you just have a bad cold...maybe the flu." Dean told him in a soft, reassuring voice.

He felt his forehead and was relieved to find it a lot less warmer than it was. Then he grabs the rag that had fallen off of Castiel's head and used it to wipe his face clean.

"Dean?" said Castiel.

"Yes, dear?" replied Dean.

"I know it's highly illogical, as it would cause you to catch this dreadful illness, but...can you please...?" Castiel asked.

"Hold you?" Dean said finishing Castiel's sentence.

"Yes." answered Castiel.

"Of course, my angel." Dean smiled.

He settles under the covers with his boyfriend and wraps his arms around him, holding him close.

"Why do you still call me that? I'm no longer an angel." yawned Castiel.

"Cause you'll always be my angel, always." Dean responded before placing a gentle kiss to Castiel's forehead.

When Sam returned, Dean and Castiel were fast asleep in each other's arms.