A.N.: Couldn't think of anything yesterday so this is late, E/O challenge, WOW:flu. 100 words on the dot! Just some 'baby in a trenchcoat' cause I miss Cas. Set sometime in S5, thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not even close to mine.
A violent sneeze rips through his frame as he suppresses a pained groan.
"Sounds like you caught that flu that's been going around." Dean grumbles sleepily.
"I don't," he mutters, covering his face to contain another brutal rupture of noise emerging from his throat.
"Yup, definitely sick. You can barely hear your bitching through all the phlegm." Dean passes the miserable man a box of tissues.
"I do not get sick.
"Well, you do now."
"I dislike being almost human." He mutters, hunkering further down into the comforter.
"Terminal disease Cas." Dean snorts with a sympathetic pat to his arm.