"You're a tragic little shit, you know that, Cas?" Meg said, setting a tray with toast and coffee on Castiel's bed. They were hidden in an abandoned shack Meg had found, somewhere, when Castiel had fallen sick. "I mean you just fell, and the first thing you do is go and get sick. Just my freakin' luck."
Cas sat up and coughed, taking a sip of coffee. "I can't help it, you know."
"Sure you can't." Meg said, kicking off her boots. She threw back the covers and slipped into the bed. "Budge up."
Cas moved to the side to make way for Meg. He was glad to have her beside him. After he had fallen, Cas had found himself disoriented and hungry, two feelings he had never experienced in his eternity as an angel. As he was walking, Meg had found him and dragged him back to her current home. Castiel took Meg's hand under the sheet. Meg murmured something about not wanting to catch his cold, but curled her fingers around his anyway.
"Meg," Castiel started slowly. "Do you have to take my temperature again?" Cas eyed the demon warily as he broke off a piece of toast.
"Cas, if you're going to be a bloody child about it-"
"It's cold, Meg!"
"Cas, I don't care if the bloody thermometer is made out of ice, I have to check." Meg paused and, despite herself, she smiled; Castiel could be such a child for a recently fallen, million year old angel. "Just eat your toast."
"I can't taste it," Cas said quietly, looking down at the piece in his hands. It was the truth: because of his stuffed nose, he found the bread tasting like cardboard.
"I got up early to make that. You better eat that damned toast, Clarence, or I swear-"
"Okay, okay," Cas said, shaking his head. "If I do, though, what are you going to give me in return?"
"Damn, angel, you're really trying to milk this for all it's worth, aren't you?" Meg rolled her eyes. "Typical angel."
To Castiel's surprise, Meg pulled him close by the lapels of his jacket, which he insisted he wear to bed, her lips just millimetres from his. "You wanna know what you get, sugar?"
Besides his eyes widening in shock, Castiel didn't move.
"You get me."
A/N I'm sick so I wrote this. Review to make me feel better?