A/N: A once one-shoter turned four parter because I just got my hands on Season 4 and seriously loving me some Castiel. After I got to know his character better this story pretty much took on a life of its own. Keep in mind I still don't know him very well. I'm only on Season 4. It's not really Destiel but if you want to squint your eyes it can be. Rating is for the usage of the word fuck. No smut. Sorry fangirls I don't write that.

Whats Up Doc?

By: LOSTrocker

Part 1: Angel with a Bug:

Cas couldn't stop the strange sensation from coming from his nose. Dean jumped out of the way before Cas covered him a shower of snot. "Its a thing called a tissue." Dean said.

"What is wrong with me?" Castiel asked him. "I can not stop."

Cas sneezed again and again.

Dean laughed.

"I do not see what is so funny – achoo!" There he went again.

Dean thought it was. Cas had no idea that he was coming down with his first case of allergies. The pollen was bad this time of year. "Congratulations Cas, you got allergies!"

Cas glared at him. Celebration was far from his mind. Actually, he felt like shit. It wasn't only this sensation coming from his nose. It was everything else too: his head, his body. It ached. "I do not feel so well."

That got Dean's attention. He didn't like the sound of that. "C'mere." Dean said.

Cas did so. "What are you doing?"

"Seeing if you have a fever." Dean answered and as soon as Dean placed his hand on Cas' forehead it was warm. "Yup. Looks like you got a bug."

Cas went to see if any of those pesky critters were on him. There wasn't. Dean smirked. "It's an expression." he assured Cas. "C'mon, we need to get you back to the motel."

"Why?"

"We got to get that fever down and you feeling better." Dean answered.

"We do not have time-"

"Yeah, I know because of all that end of the world bull shit, well guess what? You're no good to no body if your sick." Dean explained. "Get in." he pointed to the Impala.

Cas sighed and but ended up obeying Dean anyway. Cas didn't realize how achy he was until they were on the road. The ride to the motel was a rather soothing one. The motion of the car had him asleep before he knew it.

Dean glanced to check on the Angel and to see him out. That was a good thing. The more rest he got the better. He was still asleep when they reached the motel. Dean didn't have the heart to wake him up. He looked peaceful. So, ever so quietly he got out from his side went to Cas' and gathered the angel up in his arms. Dean ignored the looks that he got from passer byers. He didn't give a flying fuck what they thought. Needless, to say Sam gave him the same strange look when Dean came into the room with Cas in his arms.

"Don't look at me like that." Dean ordered quietly.

"What's wrong?"

"Get that shit off my bed would ya?" Dean asked his brother.

Sam decided it was best to ask questions later. He did what Dean asked him to do. Sam watched as Dean was ever so careful with Cas as he put down on the bed. Sam crossed his arms. Cas wasn't his favorite angel in the book but considering he held a special place in his brother's heart he slightly made the exception.

"Mind sharing with the class here Dean?" Sam asked.

"He's sick." Dean answered him.

"Sick?" Sam questioned. "Can Angels get sick?"

Dean shrugged. "I don't know. I just couldn't let him go on out there the way he was feeling Sam. Plus, he's got a temperature."

"I wonder if its because he's been hanging around us too long...?" Sam figured. He smirked. "I guess that means he's allergic to you."

"You're so not funny." Dean remarked.

Sam sighed and put up his hands. "I don't want to fight. Look, do you want anything? Maybe some medicine or something?"

Dean smiled at Sam. "Sure. Whatever might help."

Sam nodded and then left the room. Now, it was just them. Dean pulled up a chair next to Cas. Cas was always taking care of him. For once, Dean was glad the roles had changed. Now, he could be the one who looked after the Angel.

TBC...