"Sammy, we need more cold towels! We need to get Cas's fever down." It had been a few days since Cas had fainted in the motel. He seemed to be getting better...but yesterday he had fainted again. They had asked over and over, but it wasn't the angels trying to speak to Cas. It just sounded like he had the flu.

"Here. How's he doing?" Sam entered the bathroom where Dean was sitting on the floor, rubbing Cas's back gently as he wretched over the toilet.

"He's been over the toilet for 15 minutes. He threw up twice already. It's still pretty bad." Dean took the towels, still rubbing Cas's back. Sam sat on the floor. Cas coughed a couple times, and raised his head from the toilet bowl.

"Hey Cas. You feel any better?" Dean looked at him sympathetically. Cas was pink and sweaty all over. His eyes were surrounded with tiredness. He was wearing one of Dean's big t-shirts and a pair of his pajama pants.

"A little. I still feel like I'm on fire." Dean held a cool towel to Cas's forehead. He was still really warm. Sam handed Dean the thermometer.

"Open up, Cas." Dean placed the thermometer under Cas's tongue and held it.

"Mhmmm..." Cas protested.

"Relax, it's okay. It'll help." Sam soothed.

"Sammy's right; calm down." Dean kept rubbing his back. The thermometer beeped.

"101.2. Damn, your fever is still kinda high. I'm sorry Cas. You must feel terrible." Dean's eyes softened.

"Thanks. Oh god-" Cas quickly placed his head over the toilet once again, and hurled.

"Oh boy..." Dean continued to gently caress Cas's back.

After a few more minutes, Cas lifted his head from the toilet.

"Cas, do you want some water?" Sam asked softly, rubbing his shoulder.

"Mm-hm. Thank you, Sam."

"Sure." Sam smiled and stood up to go to the kitchen.

"Cas, do you wanna stay in here or go to the bed? Do you wanna get up?" Dean asked.

"No, I wanna stay here. Can I ask you for a favor though, Dean?"

"Of course you can."

"Can I rest my head on your lap?" Dean blushed slightly.

"Y-yes. Of course you can." Dean uncrossed his legs and propped himself against the wall. Cas scooted next to him, and placed his hand on one of Dean's knees. Cas's hot hand could feel Dean shaking.

"Dean, you're shaking..." Cas didn't smile. He seemed worried.

"Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry." Cas slowly laid his head in Dean's lap and nestled his head comfortably.

"Mmm...This feels nice..." Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's hips, hugging them. a smile stretched across his face. Dean could feel his body grow warm. And his crotch...

"Um...Dean? Your pelvic area...it's warm and kinda hard. What's wrong?" Cas looked up quizzically.

"Oh shit..." Dean thought.

"Um, it's uh..."

"Am I interrupting something?" Sam smirked in the bathroom doorway with a glass of water.

"No, not at all Sam." Cas smiled. He had no idea what was going on in Dean's pants. This made Dean flush bright red. Sam sat back on the ground and handed Cas the water.

"Thank you." He sat up and drank the water.

After about 30 minutes, Sam had gone to the store to pick up some food and medicine and Cas was half asleep.

"Hey Cas...do you feel up to getting up to go to the bed, or do you wanna stay here?" Dean ran his fingers through his very dark brown hair.

"Mmm...I think I can stand up." Dean rose to his feet and helped Cas stand up. He held his hand as he led him to the bed that they shared at the motel. Dean pulled the bed clothes back and laid him down. Once Cas was on the bed, Dean pulled the bed sheets over him and ran his fingers through Cas's hair once again.

"Sleep now Cas. You'll feel much better." He placed a little kiss on his overly heated forehead. He didn't care if he was sick.

"Thank you Dean." He feel asleep quickly on the cool pillows.

"Mm...No. No, No! Leave him alone! Don't leave a finger on Dean." Cas wrestled and toiled with the sheets and covers of the motel bed.

"No. No! Get off of him. Dean!...Dean, I'll save you... No, no, no! No! NO! DEAN! Oh god..." More wrestling and fighting the bed clothes.

"Dean, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. *sob* I'm so sorry... *sob* *sniff*"

Dean rushed to Cas's side. He practically ran to the bed. He shook Cas's shoulders.

"Cas. Cas? Cas! What's wrong?! Jesus fuck Cas, PLEASE wake up!" He was so worried. He was so scared, he felt as though he might cry or scream.

"Dean... DEAN! Oh god...I'm so sorry." Cas's eyes were squeezed shut, tears laced his eyelashes.

"Cas, please...wake up!" He stopped shaking him and cupped his cheeks and sobbed slightly. Cas's eyes slowly opened up. He blinked and when he saw Dean, he covered his mouth with his hand.

"Dean! You're alive!" He threw his arms around his neck and shook violently as he sobbed into the crook of Dean's neck. Dean squeezed him tightly and nuzzled his neck. Once Dean pulled away, Cas had tears streaming down his face. He looked terrified.

"Cas, did you have a nightmare?" Dean still cupped his cheeks.

"Yes..." He looked into Dean's eyes.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"...Lucifer had you strapped to a table...he was torturing you. And I couldn't save you. Dean, I was so scared, you have no idea." Cas fell into his lap again and sobbed more. He hugged his hips again and shook.

"Cas, I'm here now. Don't worry. See? I'm still breathing and you're holding me. Just breathe. In and out. Everything is okay, baby boy." He continued to stroke Cas's hair.

"Thank you Dean. I appreciate it. I love it when you hug me." He breathed slowly and evenly.

"Here, let's get back to sleep. Scoot over." Dean kicked off his shoes and pulled off his flannel shirt.

"Dean, I don't want to get you sick..."

"Oh please. You are worth getting sick over." Dean crawled under the covers with Cas and held him tight. He wrapped his legs around Cas's and rested his head on his chest.

"Dean, I...I want to tell you something that angels don't say. Um, something that you humans say quite often, and in my opinion, sometimes abuse the word. But uh something that I really wanna say but-"

"I love you too Cas. Try to sleep, okay babe?" Dean kissed the tip of Cas's nose.

"Alright. Goodnight Dean."