Author's Note: I'm sorry this is just barely getting to you on time( by about half an hour). I hope you like it, it's a longer than usual. Also, sorry for not posting it Thursday, the stupid ending was being stupid and not functioning properly and being stupid and clichéd and ugly and I didn't like it so I kept revising it. This is as close to a perfect ending as I could come up with. Tomorrow (early tomorrow) I will post the chapter that should have been posted today, it's just that I was really busy with this chapter and the next chapter isn't quite edited to my likings. So, sorry for the long note, enjoy the chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Snow White or Supernatural or Good Omens.

Warnings: Uh, Evil Girl Scouts? I in no way believe girl scouts are evil, this is just one case, and it's not even the Girl Scouts fault. Also, Character Death. I don't know if I'd call it a major character death since I've never understood if that meant a Major character dies or a character Majorly dies (Like in some horrific, way that the whole chapter focuses on) so I won't say anything just yet.

On with the story!

It was late morning in the bunker and Dean was still not awake.

"We'll never get there before they close if Dean doesn't wake up soon," Crowley groaned.

"We could always reschedule," Cas offered.

"Nah, Dean and I are getting antsy with you two basically naked when it comes to possessions," Crowley answered.

"I'll go check on him," Sam said drying his hands on the dishtowel. Crowley continued to pace while Aziraphale drank his tea and Cas drank his coffee.

"Hey Dean," Sam whispered as he entered his brother's room. It felt stuffy and warm.

Dean moaned. Oh yes, Dean was definitely going to get pounced upon if he was doing what Sam thought he was doing.

"You better not be having a dream about Cas," Sam scoffed.

"Sammy, I think I'm dying," Dean said muffled by the blankets.

Sam's turned his full attention to what should be his brother wrapped in all of his bed sheets.

"I'm so sore," Dean complained.

"What did you two do last night?" Sam teased.

"It's not funny Sam, I think I'm sick," Dean moaned.

"Forehead," Sam ordered. Dean whimpered as he uncovered his head. Sam sucked in air through his teeth. Dean looked awful, a light sheen of sweat covered his forehead, his eyes looked sunken and had dark purple bags underneath, he looked pale as a sheet. Sam brought the back of his hand to his older brother's forehead and frowned at the excessive warmth. He didn't need a thermometer to know Dean was running s fever.

"Alright, field trip is rescheduled. You're sick," Sam declared.

"No, we have to go, Cas and Azir-"

"I don't care, you'll get us all sick in the car,"

"But,"

"No buts. I'll go tell the gang,"

Sam returned to the kitchen with an upset sort of bitch face.

"What happened?"

"He has a fever," Sam replied. Crowley groaned again.

"Can he get out of bed?" Crowley asked. He was beginning to formulate a plan that involved creating a bubble around Dean. But would he fit in the Impala?

"He says he's sore all over," Sam said shaking his head.

"That might just be from Cass,"

"What?" Castiel asked confused.

"No, he's definitely sick, sorry trip is postponed," Sam sighed.

Crowley nodded his approval and Aziraphale began to look around the cupboards for certain herbs he knew would reduce Dean's fever.

"No, I have a better idea," Cas said "Crowley can take Aziraphale to get his tattoo, Sam go with them, pick up medicine for Dean and get supplies, I'll stay here and take care of Dean. That way you only have to worry about me in case of demon activity,"

"You sure you can handle him though, being newly human and all?"

Cas smiled "I've pieced him together, I've seen him in purgatory, I've been with him in his most god-awful moods. A little bacterium will not be so difficult to handle as a hungry Dean who cannot find a decent bakery,"

Sam chuckled and shrugged.

"Alright, if you think you can handle him we'll go," Sam turned to Aziraphale and Crowley, "We roll out at ten alright?"

Crowley and Aziraphale nodded before heading to their respective bedrooms (usually they both slept over in one or the other but kept their stuff separate) to grab their phones and keys and a few other things.

In the car Aziraphale began to lecture Crowley. Sam sat in the backseat promising Cas to send him hourly checking in messages.

"Crowley, you need to stop miracling so many things for us," Aziraphale said once they were rolling away from the bunker.

"What are you talking about?" Crowley said as he miracled a dustless path before the Bentley.

"You need to stop making stuff appear out of nowhere, I have never seen a can of chicken broth or Campbell's soup in the cabinets in the bunker until today when Cas opened the cabinet,"

"Sorry, I thought I was being helpful. Remember Anathema's bike,"

Aziraphale blushed. "That was different, I was righting a wrong,"

"Well yeah maybe but still it's sssort of the same type of thing," Crowley shrugged.

"Yes well, just be less easy on us, we need to actually survive,"

"Oh come on-"

"No actually, Aziraphale has a point, if all this stuff just keeps being there when we need it, we'll start to get lazy and laziness sparks mistakes. In hunting, we can't make mistakes,"

Aziraphale smiled smugly and Crowley rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses.

"Fine, I'll deliberately hide things so you have to go on scavenger hunts for them, will that be alright?"

"Crowley!" Aziraphale nagged. Crowley shrank down in his seat and Sam laughed.

"That's right, laugh it up, wait 'till you can't find any of your clothes or towels after a shower,"

Sam stopped mid-laugh and glared at Crowley who smirked at him through the backseat mirror.

"How are you feeling Dean?" Cas asked balancing a plate of soup and a beer bottle on a small tray he had found.

Dean moaned and brought the covers over his head again.

"Dean," Cas groaned, "You have to eat,"

"I'm not hungry."

"Just a few bites, and look, I brought you a beer,"

"Am I even supposed to be drinking beer when I'm sick?"

"I have no idea," Cas said and pulled the covers away from Dean's face. He winced slightly still unused to the way Dean looked.

"Are you feeling any better?" Cas asked putting two fingers against Dean's forehead forgetting for a moment that he no long had his powers. He pulled them away but Dean caught his wrist.

"No wait, you're fingers are cool," Dean muttered flattening Cas's palm against his burning forehead.

"You still have to eat a little,"

"Keep your hand there and I'll eat all the whole plate,"

"It's not that bad. By the way that's terrible grammar,"

"Did Aziraphale make it?"

"No, it's from a can,"

"Oh," Dean said disappointed as he took a small sip, "Actually, not that bad,"

Castiel waited until Dean finished his soup to place his hand against his forehead.

"Lots better than a wet towel," Dean murmured as he fell asleep. Castiel smiled softly and leaned down to plant a cool kiss to Dean's forehead before replacing his hand. He sat there for hours humming lowly and watching Dean sleep, conjuring memories from his times of watching Dean sleep when he still had his Grace. Eventually, Dean rolled over onto his side and Castiel decided it was safe enough to leave and get some chores done around the house, so he finished the song (it might've sounded like a hymn once upon a time but Cas had altered it a few times and he couldn't remember what the original way to sing it was) and headed for his room to change out of his 'I'm-going-out-to-get-a-tattoo clothes.

"I know there's some special herbs to get rid of a fever, I just wish I remembered which ones," Castiel mused aloud as he went in search of a broom.

Dressed in an apron, sweatpants and an old shirt, Cas began sweeping the kitchen.

After about an hour or so (and a cleaned floor and bathroom and finished load of laundry) Dean began waking up again. Or rather, he was woken up by heavy breathing over him. He opened his eyes expecting a former angel checking to make sure Dean was still breathing. Instead he was faced with a large pair of nostrils.

"What the hell?"

The creature before him snorted and Dean shot up in bed.

"What the hell!?" Dean repeated.

It was a moose.

"I'm hallucinating," Dean uttered running his hands over his face. He peered intensely at the moose who sort of tossed it's head and wait a second, was that an eye roll?

Yup he was definitely hallucinating.

"Sammy?" Dean asked.

The moose let out a breathy exhale and lowered its head so that the antlers were right next to Dean's face. Dean realized the moose had a small cup of what appeared to be tea hanging from them.

"Oh, thanks bro,"

The moose turned around snorting and gave Dean what strongly resembled a very annoyed bitch face.

"Sorry about the trip Sammy!" Dean shouted after him. Dean took a sip of tea and scrunched his face. Cas arrived a few minutes later.

"You say something Dean?"

"Sam must be madder about the trip than I thought, he brought me cold tea," Dean replied motioning to his tea.

"What?"

"Yeah, I freaking hallucinated him as a moose and he brought me tea, but it's cold, will you reheat it babe?"

"You are delusional, Sam's not here and you just called me babe. Where did you get the tea?"

"You do look a little blue around the udder," Dean said completely ignoring Cas's question.

"Udder?"

"Yeah Paul Bunyan's blue cow, hey has anyone ever told you how dark your hair is. It looks so dark in this kind of lighting. Actually, I never noticed it before but you're hair isn't actually all that dark. I'd always thought it was black, but it's just really dark brown. It's nice. Someone should fix the lighting. Maybe it was on God's to do list but he kept forgetting to replace the bulb or something, or maybe it's for special effects, to make everything pop out! Like your hair, and your eyes and your udder."

Cas rolled his eyes but took the cup with him. He returned with a steaming cup and an orange.

"People are constantly saying Vitamin C is important when you're sick so here you go. Would you like me to peel it for you,"

"That'll do pig, that'll do," Dean said taking the orange and pulling away the skin.

"Pig?" Cas asked slightly offended.

"Babe was also a cute pig," Dean winked.

Cas smiled and laughed slightly.

"Are you saying you enjoy bestiality Dean?"

Dean started to splutter for words.

"Go to sleep Dean. Sam, Crowley, and Aziraphale will be back in a few hours." Cas said after a few minutes of laughter.

"Sam's here, I don't know what you're talking about," Dean mumbled half-asleep, the orange rolling out of his hand and onto his bed.

Cas grabbed it and placed it on the night table. He then picked up the freshly cleaned and folded laundry and began heading into bedrooms to drop it off. He opened Aziraphale's room first and saw the feathers from the former angel's wings.

"I wish he'd clean these up," Castiel frowned "Or at least put them in a little pile.

He left Aziraphale's sweater vests and assorted pairs of slacks on his bed and left the room, planning on returning with a bag for the feathers.

Next he walked into Sam's room. It wasn't messy but there were piles of research books all over the place in small and large stacks. Cas groaned once he saw the bed.

"Seriously Sam? You don't make your own bed in the morning? Probably spends too much time on his hair,"

Castiel hadn't washed any of Crowley's stuff so he assumed everything dirty would be in his room's hamper. He opened the door expecting the worst. However, what he did find was an impeccably clean, and organized room.

Castiel smiled and looked inside the laundry hamper. It was empty.

"I wonder if there are any dishes to do," Cas said.

He decided against it though since it still wasn't lunch time. Instead he'd shower and then make Dean lunch and then wash the dishes.

Dean was growing restless in his bed. His fever had gone down and with it the woozy sleepiness that made him feel like knocking out every few seconds. He stood up out of bed and felt only a little bit dizzy. He walked out of his room and down the hall. He had almost made it all the way down when something caught his eye, Sam's door was opened.

He peeked in to say hi to his brother and instead was met with the halucimoose trying to use its antlers to make the bed. Dean rolled his eyes. Even in hallucinations Sam was an incompetent bed maker.

"Here Sam let me, get your giant ass self out of the way,"

The moose snorted grumpily and sent a bitch-face Dean's way. Dean finished making the bed and turned to Sam.

"Where's Cas?" he asked.

All the moose did was walk out of the room, and then when Dean followed it out, he found it was heading for the wide open bunker door.

"At least close the door Sammy," Dean muttered closing the door. Dean began walking back to his own room deciding that maybe he shouldn't be up and about when he was hallucinating Sam as a moose. He noticed on his way back that Aziraphale's door was open too. He peeked inside; maybe Aziraphale knew where Cas was.

"Hey Aziraphale," Dean greeted walking inside.

He was however met with a rather large and somewhat plump blue jay flying around the room collecting feathers into a pile. It stopped and perched itself on the dresser and glanced at Dean curiously.

"Uh, Aziraphale?"

The bird tweeted sweetly.

"Okay this probably makes sense too since you know, you have wings and all that. It makes sense that I'm hallucinating you as a bird. Okay, anyways have you seen Cas?"

The bird sang sadly.

"Okay, I have no idea, but I think that means 'no sorry'. Alright, well, I'm going to go take a nap and hope all this clears up," Dean said rubbing his eyes "Alright, later Zirah,"

The bird continued its chores.

Dean decided to try one last time. He opened the door to Crowley's bedroom and was relieved to see a snake sleeping on the bed.

"Oh Crowley, thank God, I'm having some crazy hallucinations, and I need to find Cas, do you know where he is?"

The snake on the bed hissed.

"Oh I forgot, you can't really talk to us in your snake form, uh, do you want to change or something?"

The snake seemed to roll it's eyes as it dropped to the floor. It slithered out of the room and towards the bathroom where Dean could hear the water hitting the bathroom tiles and beautiful humming.

Say what you will about gospel music and Christmas carols and hymns, when Cas sang them, you'd have never known that's what they were. He had a way of making the music float and sway and fall and fly in ways it wasn't meant to and still make it work and make it sound a hundred times better than the original (at the moment Dean could swear Cas was singing one of Metallica's songs and making it sound like a friggin' prayer song,). And even though Castiel'd say it was nowhere near as good as it had been in heaven when he was free of the hindrance of a vessel, it was still beautiful. Dean stood by the door for a few moments eyes closing on their own as he let the notes wash over him.

Maybe he was delusional though. He was, after all, 98% sure that you couldn't see music coming.

"Cas you in there?" he finally asked

"Yes Dean, I will be out momentarily,"

"It's cool, I just wanted to let you know I'm hallucinating Sam as a moose and Aziraphale as a blue jay. Come see me when you're done,"

"What did you say?" Cas asked and Dean could hear the water being turned off.

"I said I'm hallucinating,"

Castiel opened the door, a towel wrapped around his waist and shoulders. Dean felt the sudden urge to kiss his angel dry but he decided against it since you know, sickness is contagious.

"Let's get you to bed,"

"Why hello Anthony, you're back extremely early, I did not expect you back until at least ten o'clock tonight," Cas said greeting the snake.

'My name isn't Anthony,'

"Right, sorry," Cas apologized.

Dean frowned.

"You can hear him?"

"Yes, can't you?"

"No,"

"Oh, why can I hear you then?" he asked the snake,

'No clue,'

"Alright. Come on Dean, let's get you to bed, I'll make you a sandwich or something for lunch,"

"Will you reheat my tea, I saw Sam leave me a new cup while I was talking to you through the door,"

"Alright Dean,"

So Castiel led Dean back to his room, reheated the tea (Maybe Sam really had been here and left Dean the tea the first time but if so, why did Sam keep leaving his brother cold tea? Did he forget how to use the microwave?) and then left it for Dean on his bedside table seeing as Dean had gone to sleep in the time it took for Castiel to change into clothes and reheat a cup of tea.

He headed back into his room and saw that Crowley was lying on his bed.

"Where is my brother I would like to see his new tattoo," Castiel said sitting down and stroking the snake.

'He's with Sam,'

"Oh, where is Sam?"

'Uh, with Crowley. Don't you remember they left this morning?'

"You're Crowley,"

'No,' the snake said 'I'm James, a regular old run of the mill gopher snake,'

"Oh," Castiel said.

'You seem surprised.

"I am how am I speaking to you?"

'I do not understand human anatomy very well but I gather that you-'

"No,no,no, I meant how can we understand each other,"

'Many animals understand the language humans speak however not many humans can understand what we say,'

"So why can I?"

'You must be special. I can tell from your singing you must be. Do you hear any other things that no one else can?'

"Not any that come to mind, I was once an Angel of the Lord. Do you think that might be it?"

'Probably,'

A bird flew into the room followed by a pair of chipmunks and a squirrel.

'Hey you guys,' James greeted, 'Meet Castiel, former Angel of the Lord and understander of animalese,'

'It's a pleasure to meet you Castiel,' said a chipmunk climbing up onto the bed where Cas was sitting, 'My name is Dave, this is my mate Amanda, that's our friend Arthur with his bushy tail and the birdbrain over there is Tammi,'

'Oh my gawd, you're such a dork Davy!' the bird tweeted beautifully. Arthur rolled his eyes and Amanda giggled.

'We've finished the dishes, Tammi finished the feathers and Martin left the tea, what else is there?' Amanda told James.

'Oh I think that's it, unless you have any other chores Castiel,'

"You guys finished the chores for me?"

'Didn't you notice me following you around? I thought you had been talking to me so I went out and gathered some of the creatures that were around and asked them to help. They all seem to love you and it wasn't too hard to convince them.'

"The animals love me?"

'They like how you'll leave them pieces of fruit or other goodies when you gather herbs and things for Aziraphale. Also, they rather enjoy your singing, the nightingales envy your god-given voice.'

"Oh!" Castiel exclaimed pleasantly surprised, "Well thank you," he said and blushed slightly. He still wasn't used to people praising his singing. He just opened his mouth and made noise.

'Are there any more chores that you need done?' Tammi asked

"I think that's all actually, unless any of you know your way around a sewing machine," Castiel joked (attempted to joke).

'I'm afraid none of us do, but I know a young spider, Arachnia, she is the craftiest little thing. Makes Charlotte's webs look like a pig made them,' James joked.

"Who's Charlotte?"

'Right,' James said soberly before slithering off the bed, 'Just leave whatever it was you needed sewn on the couch and I'll have her come in, until the next time sweet Cas,'

"Oh are you all leaving now?"

'Amanda and I need to get back to our little ones, there's only so long I trust them with my mother-in-law, but James will come back with Arachnia,'

'I'll always be just outside Cas,' Tammi promised and fluttered away. Cas realized it must be her nest nestled above the doorway to the bunker.

Amanda, Dave, Tammi Arthur and James left and Cas felt suddenly very alone.

He went to go make lunch for Dean. There was still about half of an apple pie leftover from two nights ago and Cas, being Cas, decided that pie was just as good for Dean as oranges and served it up for him with a glass of milk and a roast beef sandwich with lettuce and cheese and tomatoes and two strips of bacon that Aziraphale had taught him to cook (this time they came out perfectly crispy and not at all charred). Maybe it was too much food, Cas thought as he arranged it neatly on the tray. Whatever, maybe Dean will feel better with the tea Martin had given him and be willing to eat. He set everything on a little tray and then cleaned out an empty beer bottle and put a pretty orange daffodil in it. Then he decided to leave it on the counter on the kitchen because it seemed too 'chick flicky'. Then he replaced it on the tray and thought to himself 'The hell with it, Dean's delusional anyways'.

He was about to pick up the tray when he heard knocking at the door.

He went to the door and saw a cute little girl scout at the door.

'What in the world?' he thought but opened the door nonetheless.

"Oh wow!" the girl scout said when Cas opened the door.

"Yes?"

"You have really dark hair and blue eyes!,"

Cas blushed, "Yes well, you have really cute pigtails, who are you?"

"Your voice is weird. My name is Ann and I'm here to make a delivery for Dean and Sam Winchester, they ordered cookies from me while they were in town a couple of months ago they gave me this address but every time I come, no one's around. Do you know when they'll be back?"

"Sam won't be back until late sweetheart and Dean is sick inside," Cas said, 'accidently' brushing a salt and borax mixture 'off' his 'shirt' and onto the little girl.

"Oh." The girl glanced back at her mother who simply shrugged and and Cas took the opportunity to prick the girls arm with a small silver pin (kept on him for these type of emergencies when subtlety was needed [also because he had spent a few years with the Witchfinders of America and old habits die hard]).

"Ow!" the girl said but nothing else happened, "Anyways," she said rubbing at her forearm "Will you take them in for him?"

"Of course," Cas said reaching beside him and into a small basin where holy water was kept. He wet his hand and then took the package from the little girl. He extended his holy hand for her to shake.

"Thank you and sorry my hand is wet, just washed the dishes,"

"No problem, Mr.."

"Castiel,"

"Well thank you Mr. Castiel. Oh wait! There's one more thing in the car," the little girl said and scampered to her mother's car. She returned with a bag of apples.

"Here you go Mr. Castiel, Dean also ordered apples. For pie he said,"

"Oh thank you Ann," Cas had no idea Girl Scouts sold fruit now too.

"Of course, please tell Mr. Winchester and his brother I said enjoy," she smiled sweetly and headed back to her car. Her mother smiled proudly at her daughter and sent a sneer at Castiel. Cas jumped back at the sudden malice, but figured it was because she put two and two together and did not approve of his relationship with Dean. He closed the door and once in the kitchen began to sort through the apples.

"I didn't know you could use pink ladies for pie," Cas said loudly enough hopfully for Tammi to hear. He rather liked the bird and hoped her babies wouldn't be eaten by cats. He picked a very round apple that was pink all over except for around the stem where it was a bright green. It looked like a strawberry and Cas smiled. It was perfect.

'An apple a day,' Cas thought before taking a bite of the juicy sour-sweet fruit. He chewed thoughtfully. There was another tangy taste that he couldn't quite place. He let the juice run down his throat before he actually ate the flesh.

Suddenly Castiel fell forward, the bag of apples falling around him.

Author's Note: Bwahaha! So anyways, sorry this chapter is late. I hope you enjoy it. The chapter that will be posted next will continue the story begun here and then Thursday will be a pre-hunt chapter in which Dean teaches the Good Omens cast how to shoot a gun.