Disclaimer: The character in this story are from Supernatural which was created and is owned by Eric Kripke.(Did I did that right?) I written this story for a follower that I have and wanted to fix some stuff here and there and decided to public here. If you want to see the original: post/61039850546/there-hasnt-been-not-cases-going- and-with-the-storm This is a link to it. Yes I know it's pretty rough. :)
There hasn't been much cases going on and with the storm going on outside, the boys enjoy their time inside the bunker. Sam made sure to stock the kitchen with lunch meat, cereals that both the brothers love and one shelf in the fridge filled with cases of beer. Dean feeling restless, begged Sam that though this was their time of relaxation 'well dammit Sammy, we have to do something . I'm getting antsy!' So you now can find Sam just sitting in the library with papers all around the table with books stacked on top of each other in some dangerously together-ed piles. Sounds of clatter came from the kitchen. Dean was making some sandwiches and heating up a pot of coffee for Sam and himself. He set a mug filled with water in the microwave to heat up, preparing a silver tray that Sam found earlier this month when looking through everything and cataloging for each room. He put a package of Chamomile tea with a dish of honey on the tray and debated if he should add some more. Leaving the kitchen with several sandwiches placed on one plate in one and and both coffee mugs in the other, he settled them on the table after Sam hurriedly moved some of the books and papers out of the way.
"Be back in a sec."
With that said and a nod from Sam, Dean went back to the kitchen to retrieve the mug from the microwave, set it on the tray and carried it to is room. He knocked the door with is foot to alert the person inside that he was coming in and with some talent that should be praised for, managed to open the door, pushing it open and kept from spilling any of the tray's contents. There in the middle of his bed laid a not so healthy looking Castiel, covered in Dean's blanket and a wet towel that Dean had placed on Castiel's head. Though it was now on the side of his head that indicated that he must have moved from his previous position.
"Hey bud, I got you some tea."
Cas opened his eyes and watched Dean put the tray on the nightstand beside the bed. He scooch a little so Dean had enough room to sit on the bed and continued to watch him as he fixed Castiel's tea just like how he likes it. With a sigh, he pushed up on the headboard and closed his eyes for a little while longer until he felt a hand on his forehead.
"Seems like you're getting a little better. Not as warm as you were hours ago but maybe you should stick with resting in here for a little longer okay?"
Cas only nodded at that and earned a snort from Dean wile he passed the mug to Cas. He hummed at the warmth of the liquid as it passed through his lips and down is sore throat with both of them sitting in silence. Simply enjoying each others company.
"Hey, gotta go back to Sam." Dean leaned in for a quick kiss.
"You're going to get sick." croaked Cas. He had a painful look after speaking just to the five words.
"Nah, I think I'll be fine with a little contact." smiling, Dean gave Castiel another kiss on the lips and after getting off the bed, grabbed the tray and kissed the top of the sickly new human head. Just to join back and continue whatever research Sam might have begun.
