A/N: Because I'm a Sam Girl and in need of some sick!Sam right now. Plus sick!Dean later on. I just wanted to play along with what Cas would do with Sam. I love those two as friends more then "enemies". Not sure how long this one will be but it is a multichapter. No Destiel! I repeat no Destiel! I know shocking.

Which I Can Provide:

By: LOSTrocker

Chapter One:

"Dean, pull over."

Dean knew something was up with Sammy the moment they had left the Chinese joint. He kept on shifting in his seat as though to make it more comfortable for him and the painful look on his brother's face just confirmed that he was about to yak.

"You are so not puking in my car!"

"I am if you don't pull over!" Sammy said again.

Dean had turned which didn't help Sam at all. Sam tried to make but up it came.

"Aww, man!" Dean groaned as Sam's insides were spread all over his baby. "Gross!"

As gross as it was Dean had to help Sam out of his seat belt and open the door for him. The puking noises that his brother made almost made his own stomach turn. Dean rubbed Sam's back hoping that would encourage him to get all of it out.

Sam's guts were now on the side of the road. They were back on it and Sam was resting his head against the window. If he didn't feel bad enough he just had to puke all over Dean's car. He hadn't meant too. "I'm sorry Dean," Sam apologized.

Dean sighed. "Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it later." Until then he made to the nearest motel as quick as he could.

"Sammy, how are you doing in there buddy?" Dean asked from outside the bathroom.

Loud hurling noises was his answer.

"Nice." Dean complimented.

Sammy groaned. He didn't think so. Sam gave himself a few more minutes to see if anything else was bound to come up. It hadn't. Sam flushed. Then got to the sink to rinse his mouth out. Little that did him. He had a feeling he would have this nasty tasting shit in his mouth for awhile. Sam came out holding his stomach.

"I don't feel good." Sam finally confessed.

"Ya think," Dean returned.

Dean went to see if his baby bro had a fever. His head was cool as ice. "No fever." he said. "Either way, your ass is getting in bed." Dean helped him over and tucked him in. "Just try to keep things down while I get a trash can."

A few minutes later a trashcan was next to him.

"Does anything else hurt Sammy?" Dean asked.

"No, just my stomach." Sam answered.

Dean didn't like the sound of that. That meant only one possibly. "Dude, I think you have food poisoning."

Sam groaned. Lucky him.

"I told you not to eat that raw crap." Dean warned him.

Why did Dean have to mention food right now?

Sam upchucked again.

"Aw crap," Dean said.

Thankfully, Sam had the trash can handed. That wouldn't be the only thing he would need though. He needed juice, medicine, anything to help with the pain. However, Dean didn't want to leave him by himself. "Cas!" he called out for the Angel.

Cas appeared before him. Dean didn't care that he was inches over personal space. His brother was sick.

"What is it Dean?" Cas asked his charge.

"It's Sam." Dean motioned towards his sick brother.

"What's wrong with him?"

It took Dean a few minutes to explain what food poisoning was to Castiel. "That doesn't sound too pleasant."

"Trust me, it ain't." Dean assured him. "I need to pick up some stuff for him. Do you think you can watch him for me why I go out?"

"Of course," Cas assured him. Dean should know by now anything that he asked he was willing to do. There was just one problem. Dean he knew how to handle. Samuel not a clue. "What to do I?"

"Just make sure he's comfortable." Dean instructed. "I'm going to be back ASAP." he went over to Sam. "Hey Sammy, I'm going to go out but only for a sec. Cas will be here if you need anything."

Sam's head was still in the trashcan. All he could do was either give him a thumps up or down. He gave him a down. He didn't want Cas taking care of him. After his recent yak attack was over he popped his head up. "I don't want Cas. I want you." he whined.

Dean gave him a small smile. He sounded like a kid again back when he had to go somewhere and Dad was the only one there. "It'll only be a sec Sammy. Promise." Dean assured him.

"You better-" Sam began and out it came again.

Cas winced at Sam's sounds.

"Don't let him out of your sight." Dean said to Cas as he ran passed him. The sooner he got out of here the quicker he could be back to help Sam.

Now, Sam and Cas were alone much to their dismay. An awkward silence came between the two. Sam glared at the Angel beside him and said: "I don't like you."

Castiel didn't take his words to heart. Instead, he asked: "Would you like anything that I could provide?" Cas motioned around the room. There were some possibilities he could do here.

"I want my brother." Sam insisted with a kick underneath his blanket. He was trying to get Cas but Cas wasn't within reach. Dammit. His quick movement with feet hadn't agreed with him. That made a turning sensation in his stomach. "Here we go again!" Sam warned. His head went back down to the trashcan.

Cas noticed that his long hair was dangling and getting in his way. He was cautious as he approached him. "May I?" Cas asked him.

Sammy answered by pushing him away.

"Samuel," Castiel said in a stern voice. "You are not helping Dean here." he warned. "Dean wants you better. The least you can do is try to let me help you. If not for you then for your brother."

That had done it. Sammy gave in and let Cas hold back his hair. It did help, much better than having your hair covered in puke.

"Are you done?" Castiel asked.

Sam gave a light nod.

When Castiel helped him put the trash can back down he noticed it was getting full. It needed to be emptied and cleaned out ready for the next round. He wasn't sure what to do so he went back into Jimmy's (his vessel's) memory bank to a time when his daughter was sick with the flu. It seemed to be a very simple process. He came back and followed what Jimmy had done.

"CAS! I NEED THAT!" Sam ordered!

Cas quickly finished up and ran back to Sam's side. He made it just in time.

"...I think I'm done." Sammy announced sometime later.

Cas nodded and put the trashcan back down.

Sam went back down on the bed. His covers were all tangled up. Cas remembered in Jimmy's memories that his daughter's bed had been the same way. It came from the comfortableness of it all. Cas would find himself tucking Sam back in.

From his pillow, Sam was giving Castiel an odd look. "What are you doing?"

"I am taking care of you." Cas answered. Ever so gently Cas placed a comforting hand on his forehead. "You need rest."

Sammy didn't know what was odder: Cas doing this or that he didn't quit so much mind him anymore. There was something about the Angel's presence and touches that made it easier to cope with. A softness that he almost forgot about.

Sam didn't argue. He wouldn't have to. The Angel's power had him off in a peaceful sleep. Castiel would remain by his side until Dean got back.

TBC...