I Knew You Would Figure This Out
"Bobby you find anything yet?" Dean called from where he sat at Castiel's side.
"Not yet!" Bobby called back, "How's he doing?" Dean looked at the angel who was shivering on the couch. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead and he continued to cough violently.
"Not good," Dean admitted and he heard Bobby curse. Dean continued to press the cool cloth to Cas' neck and chest in an attempt to cool him down.
"I think I've got something!" Sam called and Dean jumped up, rushing into the kitchen.
"There's a list of herbs here that can be used to help when the body receives a sort of supernatural shock," he said.
"Will it work if the one did the shocking was the Whore of Babylon?" Bobby asked.
"No idea," Sam admitted, "But then, Cas is an angel. I reckon if she had shocked one of us we'd probably be dead so maybe he has a better shot."
"Well, if neither of you idgits can think of any other options, then we best get started," Bobby said. Dean returned to where was lying, though the angel was now awake.
"Dean," he rasped.
"Here," Dean said quietly and held up a glass of water to Castiel's lips, "How're you feeling?"
"Like I got shocked by the Whore of Babylon," Cas replied and Dean chuckled, "Why are you laughing? I was being honest."
"I know you were," Dean chuckled, "Don't worry though Cas, we think we've figured out a way to help you."
"I wasn't worried Dean," Cas said, "I knew you would figure this out." Dean smiled slightly, pleased to know how much Cas trusted him.
"Well good," he said, "Bobby and Sam are just getting some stuff together now and hopefully when we give it to you it'll help clear this right up." The hunter and angel sat in silence for a while until Bobby and Sam walked into the room, a steaming mug in Bobby's hand.
"Alright Cas, you've gotta drink this," Bobby said, "I dunno what it'll taste like, but hopefully it'll do the job." Dean helped Cas sit up and then sat behind him so the weakened angel could lean on him. Castiel took the mug and sipped the herbal concoction, grimacing immediately.
"That is truly awful," he said and the other three men laughed.
"Well, it'll help, so drink up," Dean said and Cas did as he was told.
Several hours and two cups of the awful drink later found Castiel's fever lower and the angel much stronger than before. Dean was pleased to see the man stand up and walk to get his own water from the kitchen and knew that they would be alright.
So, I wasn't crazy about the end, but I hope you liked it! Let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!
