*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!"