The impala stopped outside a Git n' Go gas station. Dean parked the car and talked into the phone.

"You sanctified the water heater?" Dean asked.

"Hey Misha says holy water will help Cas. A water heater is an easy thing to fix, just dropped the rosary right in and said the words. And you know what, I might just leave it like that!" Bobby said as he paced outside of the bathroom.

"Sounds legit, what does that have to do with Cas?" Dean asked.

"Cas popped in, said he was hot, damn near stripped to his skivvy's, and collapsed on the couch which is all fine and dandy but he wasn't joking about the hot part, his body began steaming and next thing we know he's singeing the furniture."

"Damn, remind me never to catch Angel fever, is that going to damage his vessel?"

"No Idea but Misha's got him in the shower under ice cold water, we've emptied out my freezer of ice. We pour it over him and it melts in minutes. I have Sheriff Mills bringing us a damn ice truck. We'll set him inside the damn thing if we have to," Bobby assured.

"Alright, keep me posted, we're checking out a gas station that both the victims stopped at, maybe we'll get something on the videos," Dean said.

"Like you're going to get anything other than his ugly blurred face," Bobby remarked.

"Well maybe he left us a valentine," Dean replied.

"Whatever, talk to you later,"

"What the hell's happened to him?" A voice said from behind Bobby. It was Crowley. The Demon walked into the bathroom and looked at Misha. He looked to Bobby.

"And why are there two of them?" Crowley asked.

"How the hell did you get past the traps?" Bobby asked. Crowley looked at him.

"I've been here before, there are always traps! I just scrub the ceiling and floor automatically now when I walk into a house, especially yours. Congratulations Bobby Singer you've made a paranoid out of me!" Crowley snapped at him.

"Why are you here?" Bobby asked, getting annoyed.

"A few of my demons have been turning up dead, looking an awful lot like him before they bit it," Crowley said looking at Cas. He looked at Misha again.

"Why are there two of them again?" Crowley asked.

"We have no idea but one's Cas and one ain't can you keep up with that?" Bobby asked. Crowley smirked at him.

"I think I can, one's a human and ones an angel being burned alive. Should be easy to tell apart, seeing as I can see the three headed angel in the tub," Crowley smirked.

"Did you say Demons are getting sick too?" Bobby asked.

"That I did,"

"We thought he was targeting Cas," Bobby replied.

"Oh really, and who would have a grudge against our precious little angel?" Crowley asked with signature sass.

"Pestilence,"

"Ah, right, Cherrio mates, have fun with that!"

"No you don't! You know a way to help capture the horseman, the place he was before, all you have to do is get it open," Misha said, remembering the script.

"Oh really? And how are you little tarts going to get the horseman in? He doesn't need a suicidal vessel, he has his own body. You're going to need heavenly help on that one kiddos," Crowley said and turned for the door.

"Are you going to help or not?" Misha demanded.

"I'll think about it, I came to see if you knew what was killing my demons now I know but I will do this, You never know when having angel be in your debt will come in handy," Crowley said and went to touch Cas.

"Crowley, Don't!" Misha tried to warn him. When the water showered on him, it burned, and Crowley yanked his hand back.

"Bloody Hell! Is there anything safe in this blasted house!?" Crowley yelled and Bobby tried not to laugh.

"What are you trying to do, anyway?" Bobby asked as Misha reached forward and turned off the water. The water began to steam off Cas as Crowley rubbed his hand. He shook his head and reached to Cas again and touched him. Nothing much seemed to happen other than Cas's body relaxed.

"There, he shouldn't set the house on fire now, that's all I can do for him. Ol' Pesty's pissed," Crowley said. Cas began to cough and Misha looked at him with concern. He hated knowing what was about to happen.

"Anything else to add to that Cas-Two?" Crowley asked Misha. Misha looked him right in the eyes.

"Break the deal!" Misha almost growled. Bobby was caught off guard by it. He had been such a light hearted person since he had gotten there even after a demon attack. He wasn't even using the 'Castiel voice' it was definitely an angry Misha. Crowley smirked at him.

"And don't be sending any more demons to break down my door. Believe it or not I'd rather just have you on my hands," Bobby added.

"I did come myself," Crowley said.

"You're telling me those weren't your demons that Cas smited a few hours ago?" Bobby asked.

"Why send my dogs when we have a history? I know I have to come kick your tiny little arses myself," Crowley said.

"Then where did they come from?" Bobby asked.

"Good question, did the bodies seem hot to you?" Crowley asked. Bobby thought about it and Crowley leaned over to Misha whom was still glaring at him.

"No way in hell mate," He said and disappeared.

Bobby looked to Misha.

"You alright over there? I don't think I've ever seen anyone talk down to Crowley like that,"

"I know my characters story! Crowley is an evil, manipulative, bastard when he wants something. I just don't care for him since he whispered poison in Cas' ear!" Misha said and went to check on Cas.

"What?"

"Nothing," Misha said and drained the tub. He shook Cas and the angel opened his eyes.

"Come on Cas, a beds more comfortable than the tub." Misha spoke and helped Cas to his feet. The angel was still his trousers in the tub

"Was that Crowley?" Cas asked groggily.

"Yes, he turned your angel fever into a human fever, you were setting things on fire," Misha told him as Cas stepped over the edge of the tub. Bobby grabbed a towel and draped it over Cas and began to dry him off.

"Now I am very cold," Cas said his voice began to quiver. Misha put a hand to his forehead.

"You just think you're cold," Misha told him. Cas began to cough. It started off small but got deeper and deeper. Cas grabbed his chest as he gasped for breath when the cough subsided.

"Let's get you to bed and we'll bring you some holy water, it will help with the coughing," Misha said.

Bobby showed them to the guest room. Bobby pulled the blankets down.

"Alright, step out of those wet pants" Misha said. Cas did so and sat on the edge of the bed facing Misha. Misha took the towel and began to dry his hair. Cas reached up and grabbed his hands and pulled them down with the towel.

"How…how did you defeat Pestilence…in the show?" Cas asked. Misha looked to Bobby and back to Cas. Cas began to cough again, not as severely though.

"I'll get him a pitcher of holy water," Bobby said and left the room. Misha went back to drying Cas' hair.

"Well, you weren't involved. I spent that three days of filming right where you are now, in bed," Misha said and put the towel over his shoulder.

"But how?" Cas asked as Misha pushed him back. Cas was weak enough that he fell back and onto his elbows. Misha picked up the blankets.

"You really want to know? Balthazar, he doesn't want to, in fact he didn't help until he was sick himself…" Misha said and trailed off.

"I cannot allow my brother to get sick, how does he get sick?" Cas asked as Misha moved his legs up onto the bed.

"He visits you," Misha answered and tucked Cas in. Cas sat up and Misha pushed him back down.

"You can't let him near me!" Cas said and began to cough again. Bobby came back in with a pitcher and a glass.

"Neither of us can stand up to an angel and you know it," Misha told him. He poured a glass of water for Cas and handed it to him. Cas was still on his elbows. He took the glass and drank most of it.

"Thank you, how did you know holy water would help?" Cas asked. Misha took the glass back and refilled it. He set it on the night stand.

"It's in the script, go to sleep," Misha said and put two fingers to Cas's forehead and pushed him down onto the pillow.

"Uh…that…did not work" Cas replied but stayed down.

"I am actor not angel," Misha replied with a shrug. Cas laid there for a minute and actually began to fall asleep.

"Well, look at that," Misha laughed.

"So you know how to beat Pestilence and you've been sitting there with me the whole time during the research process?" Bobby asked. Misha shrugged.

"I didn't film those scenes so I do not know which books it's in, I just know the jist of the plot. Like Pestilence being put in a box with the help of Crowley, Balthazar, and a spell," Misha told him.

"Well now I know it's a spell that narrows things down you Idjot!" Bobby grumbled and went back down stairs. Misha shrugged and walked around the bed and sat in the chair by the window. He looked at Cas and felt a knot in his stomach.

Truth was the 'plot' was falling apart because he was there. Cas wasn't supposed to be that sick yet, he was supposed to visit Balthazar again. Balthazar was to begin feeling the effects of the virus, panic, and want to help. However, Cas went and healed an extra person twice and those Demons were supposed to be sent after Dean and Sam got back from Lincoln. With Dean wielding his demon knife Cas only smited three of those demons and Bobby hadn't gotten hurt. They were also supposed to put Cas in the ice truck. Misha remembered the crew taking a blow torch to the metal to show how hot Cas was getting. They started filming when the metal was still kind of hot, he remember it being like leaning against a hot car in summer. Misha was pretty sure that made it onto the gag reel.

Cas began to cough in his sleep, pulling Misha from his thoughts. Misha got up and sat next to him. He got the glass of water and Cas's fit got worse. Misha picked up Cas's head and put the glass to his lips. Cas swallowed some water and calmed. Misha put the glass back and noticed a bloody lip print around the rim. He then looked to Cas, there was blood on his lips. Misha wiped it away and looked at the blood on his finger.

"Cas, I'm about to do something stupid," Misha said to himself and looked down as the trousers that were still on the floor.