A/N: I added a few extra paragraphs then what was originally up.

Chapter Four: For Castiel's Sake:

The good news was that Sam was better. The bad was Dean wasn't. He would've been better days ago, but this bug that he had was eating at his system longer than it should worrying the hell out of his brother and Jimmy.

"He's not listening to me." Jimmy told Sam.

Sam gave him a short laugh. "Welcome to the club."

"I'm serious Sam," Jimmy said. "If we don't get Dean better... I'm talking a trip to the hospital which will lead to tons of questions, paper work, not to mention bills." he shook his head. "Which I know for a fact we don't have enough money to cover for even a regular doctor."

That was one thing that sucked about being the hunter: the pay was slim to none.

Meanwhile, Dean was on his bed. His eyes glaring at Jimmy like a hawk would its prey. It wasn't that he hated Jim. It was just he hated that Castiel left without a warning. He didn't know when he was getting back.

Feeling his glare, Jimmy turned to Dean. "Don't look at me like that."

"I could always hit ya." Dean told him with a smirk.

Jimmy laughed and crossed his arms. "You could but I have a feeling your too weak to get out of the bed. Right?"

Dean tried to prove him wrong. He got out of bed. The moment he did he just feel right back down with his head hitting the bed rest. "Ouch." Now, Dean could add head ache to the rest of his pain.

Jimmy turned to Sam. "How did you stand putting up with this?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. Sometimes I still wonder." That only earned him a flick of Dean's middle finger. "Jerk."

"Bitch." Dean replied.

Jimmy could feel the love. If thats what one wanted to call it. He went to see how the supplies were holding up. They were running low. Food too. Sam saw the worry in Jimmy's eyes. "Do you want me to go to the store?" Sam asked.

"That would be great." Out of old habit, Jimmy went for his wallet. He had a few bucks left on him. It wasn't much. It could work. "Here," he handed the bills to Sam. Sam smiled and pushed them back to Jimmy. Jimmy only returned it. "Take the damn money Sam." he insisted. "Don't make me shove it down your pockets."

"Yes sir," Sam replied.

"It's Jimmy Sam,"

Sam smiled. "I'll be back ASAP."

"Don't you leave me here with him!"

"If you're a good boy, I'll bring you back a treat." Sam teased.

Dean so did not think it was funny.

When Sam left Jimmy went to go see how Dean's temp was doing. Dean turned his head before Jimmy could touch him.

"Would you rather me try to get that thermometer up your ass?" Jimmy questioned him.

"You're not going anywhere near my ass." Dean warned him.

Jimmy sighed. "Fine. How is your stomach doing?"

"Better." Dean lied. It was tugging at him now.

"Really?" Jimmy asked.

"Yeah."

"Uh, okay... You know maybe I should call Sam and pick us up some lunch." Jimmy suggested with a smirk. "Something with a lot of grease on it you know? I haven't had a good greasy burger in a really long-"

The tugging at Dean's stomach did a leap out. Dean didn't even bother making it to the trash can.

Jimmy smiled. Better out than in he figured. He didn't even mind the mess that he would have to clean up later.

"You suck!" Dean managed after all his lungs were currently on the floor.

"You're welcome." Jimmy said and went into the bathroom to get Dean a much needed towel. When he returned he tried cleaning up Dean's face.

"Dude, what the Hell are you doing?" Dean demanded as he pushed Jimmy away.

Jimmy went red. He was use to doing this for Claire. "Sorry," he apologized.

"I got it." Dean yanked the towel away from him.

"I guess I'll get this up then." Jimmy said and got some of the cleaning supplies from under the bathroom sink. The spray wasn't helpful for Dean's nose.

"ACHOO!" Dean sneezed a good one.

Dean went to reach for a tissue. "Dammit," he forgot that used the last of it.

"Hold on," Jimmy said from the floor. He returned the bathroom. Toilet tissue was better than nothing. "Dean, think fast!" Jimmy tossed it towards his patient.

Dean caught it. He blew his nose with what he was given. Jimmy would take that as a thank you.

After Jimmy managed to get much of Dean's mess of the floor, he tried again to see if Dean needed anything. "You could probably use some water." Jimmy got a glass full. "Drink it."

"I'm not thirsty." Dean retorted. Which was a lie. He was but he wasn't about to let Jimmy give it to him. Sam, maybe. That option was out of the question though.

Why did Dean always have to insist on doing things the hard way?

Jimmy wasn't about to let Dean thirst himself to death. Without a warning to Dean he held his nose and that got his mouth to open. He poured some of the water down Dean's throat.

"There you go." Jimmy said as he let go of Dean's nose.

"Gawd!" Dean shouted. "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"

"Nah, you're doing that easily enough on your own." Jimmy retorted.

Jimmy forgot that he was within kicking reach now. Dean took that for his advantage and kicked the bastard off his bed. Dean groaned. That hadn't felt good on a weak leg. Dean heard it crack. So, did Jimmy. Jimmy pushed himself hard off the floor and went straight up to Dean so that bastard could look him in the eyes.

"That's what you're trying to do isn't it?" he demanded.

The sad thing, he was. He figured that if he did that would get Castiel's attention and it would come back. Why wasn't it working? Seeing Cas again would make him feel so much better. The Angel had no idea.

"You really are a stupid sonabitch!" Jimmy yelled at him. "All this bitching, and moaning and complaining isn't going to get you no where Dean. It's not going to get Castiel back. I know thats what you want."

"Then why ain't he here then uh?" Dean returned. "Why?"

"You. You're it Dean." Jimmy stopped himself. He was treading over territory that wasn't his to pass. Dean had no idea how much the Angel really cared for him. He talked it over with Castiel sometimes because Cas was so scared. He didn't know what was going on. Jimmy couldn't help but smile. The damn dick was learning what love was. Thanks to Dean. Uncanny as it was.

It was what happens when you stay with someone long enough. Your bond... It just grows into something much more than you expected. Thats how I got involved with my wife. Not just me, but for everyone of us who are lucky enough to find it.

Jimmy had Dean's full out attention. "Me?" Why did it always have to be him? Why not Sam?

"Yeah, you." Jimmy answered with a sigh. "Look, I'm going to try this again and maybe your stubborn ass will comprehend it. Castiel wanted me here to take care of you because he didn't want to hurt you more than you were."

"Cas wouldn't hurt me." Dean said.

"I know, but he didn't." Jimmy returned. "You don't have to get well for me or even yourself. If anyone, let it be for Cas' sake okay?"

How could Dean argue with that?

Jimmy could tell by the look in Dean's eyes that he was ready to cooperate. "Will you let me check your temp now?"

Dean nodded and let Jimmy put his hand on his forehead. It was still warm but it wasn't nearly as hot as it had been. "You up for trying to get some sleep?" Jimmy asked. "You look beat."

Dean let himself sink under the covers while Jimmy made sure his pillow was fluffed and that the covers were tucked in nice and tight around him. Jimmy waited until his eyes were closed to get a chair to pull up beside him.

Jimmy hadn't realized that he had dozed off until he heard the sound of the Impala. Sam was back. He looked towards Dean who was still asleep. He cracked a smile when he saw that one of his feet had slipped out from under the blankets. Jimmy got up from his chair and as carefully and quietly as he could put it back under it's place – under the covers. Then he went to meet Sam at the door so he wouldn't wake up Dean with his announcement of return.

"How is he doing?" Sam asked Jimmy in a whisper. He took the cue from Jimmy shushing him with his finger. Sammy came in and was glad to see that his brother was actually asleep. "How did you do that?"

"Persuasion." was Jimmy's answer.

"It must have been one Hell of a persuasion." Sam complimented.

Jimmy just smirked. Hell had nothing to do with it.

TBC...