Short little spn Castiel sickfic...ummmm maybe tiny destiel slash???? Prob not. I don't plan these things out. Enjoy!!
"You good Cas? Because you're lookin' just a little odd." Of course he always had a lack of facial expression but this was just...strange. One Dean had never seen before. "Hm? I'm fine. I think I may be hungry. I hate being human." "Well it'll last only for a few more days till you get your angel mojo back buddy." Dean chuckled. Castiel had woken up that morning feeling off. But the ache in his head had worsened, his stomach wouldn't stop flip-flopping like it was the circus, and the temperature in the room seemed to have risen and dropped and risen again all within an hour. Cas must've drifted off because next thing he knew Dean came in with a bologna sandwich. It was weird because the last thing he wanted to do at that point was eat. But wasn't he hungry? Wasn't that why his stomach was acting so strangely and rude? "You gonna eat that?" Dean questioned him. "Y-yeah" His voice shivered with a chill in the air. "Are you cold? It's like 70 degrees in here dude!" Dean said. "Dude" was quite out of character for him, but frankly he was getting worried. Wait, could he be...no. Sick? "Cas, I'm gonna take your temperature, okay?" Castiel agreed after taking a bite, which was a mistake. A wave of dizziness and nausea rushed over him. "What's this strange feeling De-" His last words were cut off by a harsh gag. "Screw the thermometer, Cas get up we gotta get you to the bathroom, NOW!" Dean exclaimed as he threw the thermometer down. He lifted the heavy man up. He was so weak he could barely support himself, he put all his weight on Dean. When they reached the bathroom, Dean was relieved that Castiel didn't barf all over the floor or on his jacket. "Okay Cas, lean over the toilet and just let it out." Dean explained. "Dean I'm scar-" He was cut off yet again by gagging, this time, everything came up in a yellowy gross substance. "Damn, Cas you think you're done now?" "Maybe, I feel a little better." He got it all over him. "Kay well you need to get in the bath." Cas attempted to stand up and shoo Dean out, but he collapsed. "Woah take it easy, I'll help." Castiel blushes in embarrassment because his friend had to help undress and put him in the bath. Dean helped him stand and took off the trench coat, then the white silk shirt, then the black suit pants. After he was finished unclothing him, he ran the water. It was rather cold to help bring the fever down. "Okay Cas you just stay in here for now. I'm gonna clean up a bit and call Sammy." "M-Kay..." He drifted off and slurred his words. Fever must've spiked. He sat on the bed nervously as the phone rang. "Hello?" "Hey Sammy sorry to bother you but uh, Cas has experienced his first...probably flu." "Oh shit, I'll be there ASAP." "K thanks." With that the line was disconnected. A few minutes later Sam came in with medicine and pepto. "I got what I could." Sam exasperated. "Calm down he's not gonna die Sammy!" Dean laughed. "I'm gonna dieeeeeee" Castiel moaned with perfect timing. "Waters sooo coooold...!" "Dean!" Sam rushed to the bathroom where the former angel sat naked in the tub, shivering like crazy. "Damnit Dean." Sam mumbled under his breath. After they got him in some of Deans pajamas, Castiel drifted off to sleep. After a few days of dealing with snot, whining, and puke, the angel was an angel again and felt a lot better. "That was hell!" Castiel exclaimed. "Oh hon, hells a LOT worse." Dean smirked and Sam held back a laugh while Cas was just plain annoyed.
K so I hope you enjoyed. More maybe soon. Writers block sucks so I just wrote a sickfic for my first fic! Byeeeee!!!
