ONESHOT

Rain and more rain and there was this heaviness in the air. Castiel could feel it as he trudged along towards the bunker Dean had showed him not that long ago. To walk felt foreign and he didn't like it. It wasn't fast enough, not like flying. He missed his wings something awful. He looked down at the cut on his hand, it was filled with pus and a bit swollen and tender to the touch. Castiel flinched when he closed his palm and he shivered a bit.

He knew of sickness and fevers, but he'd never experienced one for himself before. It felt uncomfortable and weakening. Castiel stumbled a bit, his vision hazy, but he managed to keep his footing and keep walking straight down the dirt path. There the bunker sat before him, clear as day. He managed a small half smile before he shuffled up to the door, banging on it with as much force as he could exert in his condition.

He heard a clicking of locks and gears and the door opened there stood Dean surprised and unable to muster up words. Castiel shivered again, the fever clouding his head and his bones chilled thoroughly. His sweatshirt was completely soaked through and the rest of his clothing, drenched. Dean swallowed hard and it felt as if a rock had been thrust into his gut.

"Cas man…" Dean barely rasped out. "Get your ass in here…it's raining."

"I'm aware of the precipitation Dean." Cas flatly replied and shook his hair out, little raindrops splattering on his waterlogged top and the wooden floor beneath him. "It's what? Raining felines and hounds as you humans say."

"Cats and dogs Cas." Dean chuckled a bit.

"That is what I said Dean." Cas objected. He broke into a small, painful sounding, coughing fit. "I will never…like that."

Dean's look turned to one of concern as he walked closer to his friend. Castiel was radiating a fair amount of heat and that alone made Dean worry more. Dean's hand grazed against Castiel's forehead and Dean sighed.

"Fever Cas." Dean said. He took Castiel's arm in his and walked him to the bathroom. He sat him down on the toilet seat lid and briskly strolled out of the room to his dresser. He pulled out an old band t-shirt and some old sweatpants, he was careful not to give Castiel the pair with the hole in the crotch.

"C'mon man you'd like that…" part of Dean said. Dean shook his head in protest, this was Castiel, Castiel, his best friend, Castiel the practically asexual angel of the lord. Besides Dean was straight, he would always be straight no ifs ands or buts. "Admit it Dean…"

"Shut up you son of a bitch." Dean rolled his eyes at well, himself and his thoughts and he grabbed the dry clothing and bee-lined for the bathroom. He found Castiel still sitting, an emotionless look on his face as he looked around. Castiel's eyes which were normally so full of life were dull blue blobs with no character at all. Dean had seen sick people before, but never Castiel. These were uncharted waters. "You cut your hand Cas?"

Castiel was ashamed. If Dean was hurt, he'd want to know right away, but Castiel didn't want anyone to know how he was powerless to even heal himself. He felt helpless, more so than ever before and that feeling was something he'd hoped never to experience. Dean didn't say much else after that for a bit. He held Castiel's hand for a bit before grabbing the necessary medical equipment to heal his injury. He cleaned the cut and fumbled a bit through the medical kit before pulling out an empty needle. He sighed, he hated to do this.

"Cas man, look," Dean explained. "That cut is infected, I have to give you this ok? It might hurt a bit, but it'll help fight whatever infection you gave yourself from not cleaning this ok?"

"Yes Dean." Castiel closed his eyes as Dean prepared the injection spot with a cool wipe and pinched the skin, injecting the serum. Castiel whimpered and Dean took in a shaky breath. Castiel tried hard not to cry, out of frustration, out of salvation, for any reason.

"I don't like hurting you Cas." Dean sighed. "I do that a little too much don't I?"

"Never once have you hurt me Dean?" Castiel cocked his head slightly and rolled the sleeve on the t-shirt back down.

"Don't lie to me yah idiot," Dean's smile was playful. "That's what got us into this mess with the angels in the first place didn't it?"

Castiel didn't reply. He stared down at his newly bandaged hand with a somber look. What always amazed him about humans was their ability to forgive. Castiel had broken Heaven, he had fallen in so many ways more than a man alive could count, yet somehow Dean still found the means to forgive Castiel's failures, his sins. That never ceased to amaze Castiel and it never would. He stood from the toilet seat and padded across the wooden floor barefoot to the door Dean had led him to.

"This is my room but," Dean said, pushing open the door so that Castiel could enter. Dean held the door for him like a boy on a date with the captain of the cheerleading squad. "Mi Casa is Su Casa."

Castiel looked around. It was purely and one hundred percent Dean. The walls were adorned with various rifles and guns and the bed was unmade. There was an old black and white photo of Dean and his mother on the desk which also held a few papers strewn about. Dean had never been an organized person, but that never bothered Castiel. What had bothered Castiel most was that until now Dean had had no bed to call his own.

"I do not want to intrude in any way Dean." Castiel said. "I can sleep elsewhere."

"No way Cas," Dean smiled a bit, he was actually enjoying the idea of the angel being in his bedroom. He decided to shake off his dirty perverted thoughts and take this for what it was, Castiel being sick and tired and Dean, in a totally not gay friendly sort of way, giving up his bed for his friend. "You're taking my bed tonight."

"Yes Dean." Castiel replied, he figured it was best not to argue.

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The wind howled and whipped outside the bunker and Castiel whined under the sheets. He'd never slept before it was not a common thing for angels to do for it was not required. For the first time Castiel was feeling utterly tired to the core, but the storm outside was preventing any sleep from happening. Dean sighed. Castiel had somehow convinced Dean to sleep in the same bed as him for the evening and currently Dean was trying his best to distract the ex-angel.

"Cas…it's just the wind." Dean said comfortingly and he smoothed back the angel's hair from his sticky hot forehead. His fever had gone up just a bit, but not drastically. It was still no means for Dean to rest easy that night.

"I don't care Dean!" Castiel exclaimed, he hated snapping at Dean like that but the storm was putting him in a state of unease. He shook almost violently, the trembling not subsiding a bit, not even when Dean spoke. "I-I don't like it…"

"I know Cas I know." Dean sighed. He thought of Sam and Kevin who were sleeping peacefully in the other rooms, but no, not Dean. He'd been volunteered for "ex-angel calm down duty", honestly though he didn't mind as much as he bitched. "Just try to sleep ok?"

"Dean…I-I'm scared…" Castiel looked away from Dean, not wanting to meet his gaze. Castiel was never supposed to admit he was scared, that was what being a warrior was all about. It was about using fear to one's advantage, not becoming its prisoner. "I-I'm sorry Dean I'll shut up…"

Dean's heart ached to hear that. He didn't care that Castiel was keeping him awake. He didn't care that he was tired as hell, he was comforting his best friend. He was doing what was right this time.

"Cas…" Dean said. "I don't want you to shut up, not ever. Your voice is what's keeping me going right now. I…I thought I'd lost you man."

"You could never lose me Dean." Castiel reassured the hunter, still shaking. "It's my job to protect you."

"Yeah well Cas," Dean pulled the ex-angel closer to him and held him. His fingers traced the curvature of Castiel's back and Castiel sighed contently. He was still scared, but Dean's touch was helping. "Right now, the roles are reversed."

Castiel nodded. He closed his eyes tight and tried to succumb to his feverish dreams. Dean let out a breath he was unaware he had been holding and ran his lanky fingers through Castiel's raven black hair.

"I've got you Cas," Dean whispered, the room around them was pitch black. "You're in my hands now."

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