Chapter Three
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel
The motel door slammed open and Castiel wiggled his way inside. Dean and Sam jumped back at the sudden slam, but immediately got up and ran to their friend.
"Cas, you okay?" Sam asked.
"I think I'm dying." He said, nose stuffy. His skin was pale, and his nose was red.
Dean started laughing.
"You aren't dying, moron. You have a cold." He chuckled.
"What's a cold?"
"A cold is basically an infection, it's your body's way of dealing with a certain germ that sneaked in." Sam answered.
"Okay, enough with the Biology lectures. Come on Cas, let's get you on the bed." Dean and Sam grabbed Cas by the shoulders and carefully helped him get to the bed.
"I thought angels didn't get sick," said Dean.
"I don't have my own grace, Dean. The one I have is burning off slowly. I think you could call me an Incomplete Angel." Cas said.
"Oh."
Dean lowered Cas on the bed, and grabbed a pill from the medicine stash.
"Here, this will help."
"Oh, no antibiotics, I want to get cured naturally."
"Cas, if you are sick and flying, you could crash on some building." Dean said, like crashing on buildings was normal.
"Plus, it will help you get rid of that awful headache I know you have."
Cas grabbed the pill and downed it without water. Dean made a disgusted face.
"Ugh, how did you do that?"
"What?"
"Eating a pill without water."
"Aren't you supposed to do that?"
"No, you down it with water, dumbo."
"Cas, you need to get some rest now. You'll be better when you wake up." Sam suggested. Cas obliged and lied down on the bed completely, his head touching the pillows. The two brothers returned to their positions at the laptops.
2 hours later, Cas jolted awake.
"Cas?" Sam asked.
Cas didn't say anything. He made a frowny face, waited a bit, and sneezed.
Dean chuckled, Sam didn't say anything, but Cas had the most scared expression ever.
"What just happened?!"
"You just sneezed!" Dean laughed.
"What's that?"
"I'll let the biology teacher explain." Dean looked at Sam.
"Uh, I actually don't know how to explain it. It's like a convulsing expulsion of air from your lungs, and it forces air out of your nose and mouth."
"Yeah, you didn't know how to explain it." Dean said, sarcastically.
"How did it feel?"
"I hated it. But I kind of liked it too. I don't know."
"Just go back to sleep, Cas." Dean said. Cas lied down again.
"Am I gonna die?"
"No, you are not." Dean huffed.
"Just try and get some rest."
Cas quickly fell into a deep sleep, and the Winchesters continued to work on their laptops, hoping that Cas would feel better in the morning.