*sniffle*
*sneeze*
*sniffle*
*SNEEZE*
*COUGH*
"Hey Cas, you OK in there?" Dean said, resisting the urge to make fun of the now human Castiel in the throes of his first bout with the flu.
"No, I am not. I am dying." Castiel groaned from within his cocoon of blankets.
"You aren't dying dude."
"Why am I freezing to death if I'm running a fever? I should be hot…not cold."
"Give it a minute...you'll be hot."
"Please kill me. Why do humans have to suffer this?"
"Dunno, Cas…ask God. He invented all this crap to torture us I think."
"God sucks!"
