Sam grabbed a 20 out of his back pocket and tossed it at Dean, who just so happened to be asleep on the couch. An old bottle of beer was on the table next to him, but it was probably warm by now. Sam scoffed to himself as he picked the bottle up and placed it in the trash can.

Dean had been out cold for the past several hours with a fever and headache. Sam had read about a couple "odd" killings out in Missouri, so he thought he'd check it out. It was probably just another vampire nest, something he could handle on his own. He left a note for Dean on the table saying that he'd be out for the day. He told him he'd try to be home soon.

When Sam had finally left the bunker, Castiel appeared. He didn't want Sam to make a scene, so Castiel decided to show up after he had left. He walked over to where Dean was sleeping and sat on the ground next to him. He grabbed a blanket and gently layed it on top of Dean.

Several hours later, Dean woke up to the sounds of a whooshing TARDIS and a bunch of British Voices. Castiel was watching Doctor Who, and from the looks of it, was very much into it.

"Morning," Cas said as Dean wiped his face like a child, "This show is quite intriguing. Much of it does not make sense, like how The Doctor can fly to any planet and still be able to breath. But other than that, I love the concept. It's very foolish though. How'd you sleep?"

"Fine, I guess," he coughed. "Where's Sam?" Looking around and seeing the note next to him, he picked it up and crumpled it, "Damn it."

Dean tried to get up from his seat, but Cas caught him before he could lose his balance. "Woah there. You might want to stay down. I can help you."

"What do you mean?" Dean growled.

"Well, is there something you would eat or take to get better?" He picked up a bag of chips that was next to him, "Like this, for example?"

"Ha, that's funny Cas. No, I need some soup." Cas stared at Dean for about a minute. Dean sighed, "Please tell me you know what soup is." Cas shook his head, "For the love of… help me up."

Cas held Dean up by his side and walked with him into the kitchen. Dean opened up a cupboard and looked through the cans to try to find something. When he couldn't find anything Campbell's related, he gave up looking. "Remind me to buy soup the next time I go shopping."

Cas helped Dean back to his seat. "Can you at least get me an aspirin?" Dean said to Cas. "It's in the medicine cabinet. It's a little white bottle."

Cas looked for several minutes, but couldn't find any in the house. "I can go to the store and get some for you," he said.

"No," Dean reponded, "I'd rather if you stayed here." Cas sat down next to Dean awkwardly. Dean tried reassuring him it was okay by holding his hand. Dean wanted nothing more than to kiss Cas right then and there. He had to fight the urge. He didn't want to possibly get Cas sick as well.

But Cas didn't let that get in the way, mostly because he was an angel and all. He didn't even think about it because he couldn't get sick. So he went in for the kiss. It was awkward at first because Dean wasn't expecting it, but then it all just felt natural. Cas could feel Dean's heartbeat slow down and get in sync with his own.

The problem with Dean and being in new relationships, is that he doesn't know what the boundaries are. When is the appropriate time to ask a question, hold your hand, or even kiss you? He didn't know if he should still be in his constant grouchy state around Cas or not.

The first couple weeks of dating Dean went something just like this. Dean would be his grouchy self, Cas would try to make it better, and Dean would just end up caving in. Cas thought it was fun to see this side of Dean, even if he was coughing and looked kinda green. At least he was a cute green.