"Get off my face-Ow!" Dean yelled, as a fairy kicked him angrily in the nose. As soon as the three hunters entered (broken into) the "Valley Cream" warehouse, they were surrounded by dozens of fairies which resembled softly glowing orbs. As soon as the innocent question of whether the fairies were nude or not left Castiel's mouth, the fairies had lost it. The room was now swarming madly with enraged pint-sized fairies , their angry high pitched shrills filling the air.

"Why are they so angr-oof!" Sam shouted over the screeches, as a group of fairies went flying into his stomach. He fell clumsily onto his back, shielding his face from the dive-bombing fairies. Castiel grunted as a group of them delivered a surprisingly hard blow to his back, slamming him into a wall. He whipped around, immediately summoning his strength into his palms, a blast of energy shooting out. He hit multiple targets, three large groups of fairies vanishing in a puff of sparkly smoke. Moments later a small golden orb of energy shot towards him, hitting him squarely in the chest. It vanished into him, a strange coldness washing over his chest before quickly disappearing. He collided roughly into the wall, but quickly regained his composure.

"These are the fairies?" Castiel shouted, barely audible above the noise.

"They're Tinks! From a different dimension!" Sam shouted back, just barely dodging another round of hits from a new group of fairies.

"The salt! Toss it on the ground!" Dean exclaimed, swatting at a swarm of fairies who were constantly shoving him around the room. Within seconds five containers full of salt hit the ground, exploding as little grains were flung everywhere. All the fairies froze immediately, the room suddenly becoming deadly quietly. They all dived towards the floor, muttering to themselves as they desperately started counting each grain.

"These Tinks, they got a weird obsession with counting things." Dean said, as they watched the fairies zoom around, multiple neat piles already starting to form.

Dean reached into his bag, emptying another huge container, ruining the neat piles of already counted salt. The distraught fairies seemed to have snapped, wailing loudly at the sight of the mess. Within seconds they started retreating, all of them vanishing one after the other in a stream of sparkling light.

"Well they should have poofed back to whatever dimension they sparkled out of." Dean huffed with a satisfied grin.

"I know they love cream, but I didn't think -"

"-achoo!"

Sam cocked up his eyebrow, glancing at the sniffling angel.

"Go on." Castiel murmured apologetically with a gesture, rubbing his nose.

"Okay, so why would-"

Castiel sneezed again, slightly startled. He scrunched his eyebrows in annoyance.

"Cas , you alright?" Sam asked, with a slight grin.

"What is... my nose doing?" Castiel asked somewhat distressed.

"It's called sneezing Cas. " Sam replied, failing to mask his amusement.

"I don't like it." Cas mumbled, scrunching his nose up.

000

The impala roared, as it zoomed down the road towards the bunker. Castiel stared out the window, feeling a sudden chill seeping into his bones. He shivered slightly, tugging his trench coat tighter around himself.

"So the only reason why they came here... was for cream? You think they would have figured out how to make that in their own dimension." Sam said randomly, looking out the window.

"I don't know. They do whatever they damn please." Dean said, sparing Sam a half hearted glance.

"Hey Cas, what do you think the fairies' dimension is like?" Sam asked, a smile evident in his voice. A few seconds dragged by in silence, as they waited for his reply.

"Cas?" Sam called, glancing back at the angel. It took a few seconds for Castiel to register that Sam was staring straight at him.

"Oh uhh...-" Castiel stopped abruptly, a loud sneeze racking his body.

"You allergic to anything Cas?" Dean asked, eyeing Cas through his review mirror.

"I don't believe so." Castiel replied half interested, frowning as he felt another wave of coldness spiral down his spine. By the time the Impala was parked safely within the bunker, Castiel's teeth were chattering uncontrollably. He slowly got out of the car, quietly following the boys out of the garage. To his surprise he was breathing heavily by the time they reached the library. He suddenly felt extremely light headed, causing him to stumble and grip onto the table for support.

"Hey hey Cas. You doing okay?" Sam asked, resting his hand softly on his shoulder. Castiel dismissed him with a weak wave of his hand.

"I'm okay. I-" Castiel sneezed loudly, which was quickly followed by two more sneezes.

"Cas, you don't look so good." Dean noted with concern, walking over to his friend. Castiel opened his mouth to protest, but a sneeze came out instead.

"Maybe it's... Cas, you're freezing! " Dean interjected, clutching onto the angel's wrist. Cas was trying to squirm away from Dean's stern grip, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Cas, I think you're sick." Dean stated, concern creeping into his eyes.

"I don't g-get sick." Castiel mumbled, attempting to stop his teeth from chattering. He tried again to tug himself out of Dean's grasp, but he wouldn't bug.

"Cas, did anything happen to you back at the warehouse?" Sam asked. Castiel took a few moments to collect his scattered thoughts, shifting through them tiredly.

"Oh right... uh... some weird golden ball of energy hit me in the chest. It felt...kind of cold, didn't think much about it." Castiel drawled, his eyes were starting to feel strangely heavy. He sneezed again, which was followed closely by a rough cough.

"Whatever that was must have gotten through your angel defense. I mean, fairy magic is a whole new ball park." Sam murmured. Whatever connection fairies and baseball shared Castiel didn't know, but at the moment he didn't have enough energy to care.

"You should get some sleep." Dean suggested gently.

"I don't sleep."

"Well, you do now."

"I'm not tired." Cas mumbled, still shivering. Seconds later a loud yawn escaped his mouth.

"Alright stay put. We're gonna get some stuff." Dean said, as him and Sam disappeared into the bunkers hallways. The boys returned a few minutes later, Dean holding a few spare blankets and Sam holding a stack of fairy lore books. Castiel's head was slumped on the table, the slow rise of his chest indicating he was fast asleep.

"Cas, you shouldn't sleep here." Sam murmured, gently shaking him.

"I don't sleep." Castiel mumbled back, but his voice was noticeably weaker. Sam and Dean exchanged a few concerned glances.

"Alright, c'mon there's a nice bed for you." Dean coaxed, Sam and him gently supporting Castiel as he slowly stumbled across the room. Castiel wasn't sure how he made it into the room, but he was half aware of flopping onto a mattress, and being covered by a layer of soft blankets.

"Sleep tight." Sam murmured , as he and Dean quietly left the room, turning off the lights. A grin tugged at Dean's lips as he heard a faint voice mumble back a reply.

"I don't sleep."

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