Famous Last Words

Chapter 1

Castiel spent the next few days trying to pretend like nothing was wrong. However, his body had other things in mind. It seemed like everything made him feel sick and there was no way around it.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked as the two boys sat together at lunch. He noticed that the Castiel wasn't eating his food and he looked more pale than normal. "You don't look so good."

"It's nothing, my stomach just feels weird." Castiel explained as he took a deep breath trying to keep himself from vomiting all over the lunch table. He shot Dean a weak smile, but Castiel could tell that Dean wasn't buying anything he was saying.

"Want me to take you home?" Dean suggested in a concerned voice. He reached over and grabbed Castiel's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

As much as Castiel wanted to stay and school, he couldn't calm his stomach. Castiel nodded weakly and Dean immediately grabbed both of their backpacks without any hesitation. Castiel stood up slowly and grabbed Dean's arm as they exited the lunch room.

The young couple slowly walked through the halls of their poster-covered halls of their high school. Dean looked over at his boyfriend and began to worry about his boyfriend. For the first time in years, his boyfriend truly looked sick. The last time that Castiel was sick, he missed six entire days of school.

Dean led his very queasy boyfriend to his car making sure to open the windows so he could get some fresh air. He drove carefully making sure to avoid any bumps in the road so Cas wouldn't get sick.

"Dean, you need to pull over." Castiel demanded only a couple of blocks away from their houses. Dean didn't hesitate and did as he was told. Castiel swung the car door opened and vomited on the side of the road.

Dean tried his best to be as comforting as possible because he know how much Cas hated throwing up. He rubbed his back as his boyfriend threw up the very little food he managed to eat. After the vomiting stopped, Castiel let out very loud sobs.

"Cas?" Dean asked unbuckling his seatbelt. "Come here, Angel."

Castiel wiped his mouth and sat upright in his seat and looked at his loving boyfriend. He sniffled as he leaned into Dean's chest. "I don't like being sick, Dean."

"I know, Baby." Dean responded softly as he ran a hand through his hair. "Let's get you home, alright?" Castiel nodded, but he didn't move from Dean's chest. Dean sighed and started his car again and driving the rest of the way to their houses.

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Dean spent the rest of the day coddling his sick boyfriend. Castiel was sick, but Dean couldn't help but wonder if there was something else on his mind. He could always when Castiel was stressed out, but Dean figured that this would be a bad time to ask.

Dean currently had Castiel wrapped in his arms as he slept peacefully. He was almost asleep when a soft knock made woke him up. Castiel's aunt Amara stood in the door way smiling at the cute couple. "Your mom told me what happened, is he okay?"

"He's doing better now," Dean informed her making sure to keep his voice down. "You know how he gets when he's sick."

"I should make him some tea then." Amara responded as she left to go the kitchen.

Castiel stirred in his sleep and stretched in Dean's arms. Castiel smiled slightly as he turned to look into Dean's eyes. "Thank you for taking care of me." Castiel whispered followed by a loud yawn.

"Anything for you." With those words, Castiel felt a wave a guilt come over him. He loved Dean more than anything and he knew that Dean would do anything for Castiel. He couldn't help but feel like he was ruining Dean's life as each day passed. Dean sighed before saying, "I should head home, my mom's making cherry pie for dessert." Castiel chuckled softly as he began to sit up in his bed.

"Tell her I say 'hi'," Castiel said as Dean put on his jacket to leave.

"I will." Dean answered as he leaned down to place a small kiss on Castiel's lips. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

With that, Dean left. Although he was only going next door, Castiel couldn't help but to send Dean a quick text to Dean saying a quick 'good night'.

"Castiel?" Amara asked holding a mug of tea. "I made you some tea."

"Thank you," Castiel started, "You didn't have to."

"I know how to take care of my nephew when he's sick." She said as she placed the mug onto his nightstand. She sat down on his bed and went to place a hand on his forehead. A look of confusion washed over her face.

"Hmm... You don't have a fever." Amara concluded as she touched other parts of his face.

Castiel scratched the back of his neck before saying, "I think I slept most of it off." He had never been good at lying, but Amara seemed to believe his words.

The two chatted for a bit before Amara left to go to sleep for the night. As soon as she left, Castiel felt tears start to form. Deep down, he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep his secret for long, but he was going to keep it for as long as he could.