"Yo, Cas. Wake up. We're here." Dean turned in his driver seat and patted softly against the man's knee to arouse him. Almost immediately those big blue eyes shot open. Although it was clear that the angel needed some more time to wake up from his fevered sleep. Meanwhile Sam gave Dean his famous bitch-face look.

"Dean. I still think it's not a good idea to have him here in the open. The man belongs in bed and not here in the noisy crowds and steamy sunlight." Dean sighed deeply and looked slightly annoyed at his brother.

"Sam. Shut up, will ya. Cas wanted this. He asked me for it. Besides, back in the motel room it was like a brick oven. What Cas needs is a bit of fresh air and distraction. It was you own suggestion in the first place. Moreover, we had no other choice, remember?"

"Dean?... D-Dean. Are we already at the water?" a weak and unstable voice asked. Castiel slowly scrambled up the backseat with glassy eyes and peered out of the window. The Impala was closely parked along the crowdy waterfront. There was some grass to sit on. But the closer you get to the water, the ground became more softer and sandier. Some weeping willows made a veil shadow, where some people had made use of it. But most visitors were sunbathing on a towel in the hot sun. Surrounded with yelling children, playing with the sand and the water. Just like it was like an epic day on the beach. It was something that Sam and Dean rarely saw. This side of life. And when the angel asked for a little relieve and cold fresh air outside, Dean apparently saw this as an opportunity to enjoy this hot day like the rest of the world did. He just needed to do one normal thing this day. Without feeling that he lived in a weird place, all the time.

In no time the window was struck where the white faced angel had peering through. It was because of that hot breath he puffed out like a teakettle.

"Yes, Cas. We are there, buddy. Open your door. We will help you to a nice and quiet spot."

"I don't understand why the ice machine could be broken, all of the sudden. He did it fine this morning," Sam muttered, frowning. While Dean go out of the car he looked at his brother with a shrug. There was a strange grin on his face that Sam could not quite place.

"Well, Sammy. Maybe you broke it, than. And if that's the case, then it's practically your own damn fold we're here. Who knows. So… Stop being so grouchy, man and enjoy our day at the lake... Come Cas. Open up the door, already." Dean impatiently tapped on the backseat window and the angel looked evenly at the elder Winchester. Suddenly he disappeared from the backseat and appeared along Deans' side.

It was something that Castiel always did. He had done it several times. But this time Dean was startled by this. Partly because the angel immediately began to collapse, mercilessly a front of his nose.

"Oh," Castiel said sheepish.

Dean cursed when he saw the angel struggle to maintain on his legs.

"Dizzy..." Castiel moaned softly.

With two arms Dean grabbed Castiels' waist and pushed the angel softly against the side of his Impala.

"You stupid moron. Stop using your angelic mojo crap. Just wait until you get better, at least." His gaze was stern and deep. And the angel looked at the Winchester with his squinting eyes before he fainted out; dropping his head back with a thud on to the rooftop of the Impala.

"Old habit..," Castiel sighed wearily, before he went out completely.

"Woah woah woah. Cas! Not here, man. Aw come on! Everyone can see us. And they'll think we..." And Sam, of course, chose that moment to come out of the car.

"See. I told you so. He is better off at the motel. Besides, everyone is already staring at us."

Dean growled at his wide grinning brother before he started tapping against the white cheeks of the angel.

"Cas? Cas. Wake up, man! Stay with us, buddy." The angel hung lifeless in the brother's arms, clearly unaware of his surroundings. He was completely out. His legs were like water plants. Like the rest of his body, anyway. It didn't take long for Dean to feel uncomfortable with those staring eyes stabbing in his back. He knew Sam knew that Dean was about to growl at them and he took the opportunity to persuade this whole fun in the sun thing.

"Dean. Can't we just go back?" he tried.

Dean thought for a moment. Meanwhile, he strengthened his grip on the angel who had sunken a little deeper to the ground.

Dean so wanted this whole fun in the sun thing. He earned it. Besides, Cas wanted this too. So he sighed deep.

"Let them stare, Sammy. We've been through worse things than a few disapproving looks. Just help this sick guy to that willow tree over there," Dean pointed at a nice shadowy place.

Sam's eyes flashed through the populated area and bit his lip in discomfort.

"Well. Okay, but…"

"Just do it, man. Look. Hear me out for a second. This is what we do. We drag Cas to the tree and let him come to first, before we start driving back again. He is going through a lot, lately. Let him at least have a nice time at the lake for the moment. And then we'll go back to that stupid motel, okay?"

"Erm… Yes Dean. Just… don't yell at me," Sam whispered a little troubled. Some sweat was forming on his brow.

Dean hadn't noticed how hard he was talking out here. And when he looked around he saw a mother with a little girl gave him a stare. Their eyes went from Dean to the ill looking man that hung limp in their arms and then to Sam. The girl had her mouth open in astonishment and with an apologetic smile Sam hoped that she would look away. But it took a while. Only when Sam began to look angry they left them alone again.

"Take that blanket out of the car, you pussy," Dean said, softer this time. Again he hauled the angel up.

Sam nodded and pulled himself loose from under the angel. Fortunately the angel began to recover his awareness again. With a loaded sigh Castiel opened his glassy eyes and unsteadily took in his surroundings. Though he didn't know where he was and what had happened. Totally confused the angel peered up at the familiar green eyes. Again, Dean was shocked by the new layer of sweat beading on his pale face.

"Dean?"

"Yes, Cas. I am here. You stupid moron. You passed out from your little teleport trick. Don't do that to me again! I almost had to carry you." The angel blinked a few times before he knew what to say back.

"S-sorry that I let you feel uncomfortable," Castiel apologized while he tried to figure out how his feet worked. With a lot of fumbling, he recovered his balance and staggered to a nice shady spot along the water, with help from the Winchesters. Right at the end of the slope down, they were welcomed with a nice cool breeze and the angel closed his eyes for a moment a soft smile appeared on his lips.

"This is what I needed, Dean. Thank you."

Sighing again the angel lost his strength and the brother had to carry him through the last few steps. The place they had chosen was a little further away from most people. The sun was not so bright and the swimming aria was closed because of the dangerous stream. Children could drown easely when the pressure was to strong.

Sam quickly spread the rug out on the mossy ground, and let the angel on the ground. It was strange to see the angel so calm and happy while his nose had started to bleed again and his whole body began to tremble against his fever. He looked so pleased.

"Thank you," the angel said again. His eyes started to flutter shut.

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A/N: Thank you so much again for the support. I've gotten a lot of personal messages, begging me to make another chapter before the christmas days started! So, there you go! I hope you like it! Poor Dean and Sam. Dragging a sick angelman through the crowdy swimming aria. whaha. I wrote the next chapter already but it will take a while to make that puppy bark like a real dog! if you know what i mean;) Have a nice Christmas!

And don't forget to review please.

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Josie