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'BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-click'

Castiel sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He wasn't feeling too good.

'Maybe I just have to have some breakfast and then I'll feel better,' thought Castiel.

He looked over at his clock. It was 5:30. Sighing, he got out of bed and made his way towards the bathroom. Castiel took a quick shower and got dressed. Before brushing his teeth, Castiel looked at his reflection in the mirror. He didn't look good. His face was pale, his cheeks were flushed and he looked tired. He sighed and brushed his teeth before heading downstairs.

"Morning Cas," Balthazar greeted from the kitchen table.

Castiel muttered 'morning' as he passed his fourth oldest brother to get himself some cereal.

"Did you sleep good?" Balthazar asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

The 16 year old shrugged.

"Fine, I guess," Castiel answered with a hoarse voice, pouring cereal into a bowl.

Balthazar frowned a little.

"You ok Cas?" Balthazar asked, turning to his little brother. "You don't sound too good."

Castiel froze.

"Yeah Balth," said Castiel, nervously turning to his brother as he poured the milk into the bowl. "I'm fine."

"You sure?" Balthazar asked, raising an eyebrow as Castiel walked over to the table. "You look like you're sick."

"I'm not sick Balth," said Castiel, sitting down with his bowl of cereal.

Balthazar opened his mouth to say something when he was interrupted.

"Good morning," a voice called.

The two brothers looked over at the stairs and saw their oldest brother, Michael, coming down.

"Morning Mike," Castiel and Balthazar said in unison.

Michael got himself some coffee and sat next to Balthazar.

"So did you both sleep good last night?" Michael asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

Balthazar answered with a 'fine' while Castiel shrugged his shoulders. Michael set his mug down and was about to say something when he frowned at his youngest brother.

"Cas, you don't look too good," said Michael.

"I'm fine Mike," said Castiel, trying to sound convincing.

Michael raised an eyebrow and gave him a look that told Castiel that his brother didn't believe him for a minute.

"Castiel, your cheeks are flushed," said Michael. "I know you're running a fever."

"Mike I'm fine," Castiel argued.

Michael reached over the table and placed a hand on his brother's forehead. Castiel moved away from Michael's hand a few seconds later.

"Cas, go upstairs and put your pajamas back on," said Michael.

"But Mike..." Castiel protested.

Michael raised a hand to stop his brother.

"Now Castiel," said Michael, pointing to the stairs.

Castiel opened his mouth to speak when Gabriel came down the stairs.

"Good morning!" Gabriel greeted happily. "Cas, you ready to go?"

"Castiel isn't going to school today," said Michael. "He's running a temperature."

Gabriel looked concerned.

"How high is the fever?" he asked.

"No, I'm not sick," said Castiel, frowning as he stood up from the table and grabbed his car keys. "Lets go Gabe."

Castiel went towards the door and picked up his book bag.

"Castiel Jacob Novak," Michael warned.

Castiel stopped and turned to Michael.

"Michael, I feel fine," said Castiel.

The oldest Novak sighed.

"Gabe, go get the thermometer," said Michael.

Gabriel did as he was told. Michael turned the thermometer on and walked over to his youngest brother.

"I'm fine Michael," Castiel argued before Michael placed the thermometer under his tongue.

"Don't talk," Michael ordered.

Castiel only glared at his brother. A minute later, the thermometer beeped. Michael took it out of Castiel's mouth and frowned at the reading.

"101.4°F," Michael read. "Go change into your pajamas Cas."

Castiel huffed but headed towards the stairs.

"Sam and I will bring your homework home," Gabriel called.

Castiel smiled.

"Thanks Gabe," he called back before going upstairs.