Dean groaned as he woke up to Cas turning over in the bed. After a moment, he settled back down and his breathing evened out again. Dean sighed as he himself tried to go back into a sleep, but couldn't. Every few minutes, Cas changed positions. Cas threw an arm over Dean's face, causing him to wince as Cas's arm landed on his nose.

Dean pushed Cas's arm off his face, Cas instantly moving it back. Dean pushed his arm off him again. Cas once again, replaced it.

"Cas..." Dean groaned, pushing Cas off him. "Stop it."

Cas made a low grumbling sound in reply, before swinging his arm back on top of Dean's head.

"Cas..." Dean repeated. "Get the hell off me."

Cas mumbled something again.

"You're annoying me right now, you know that?" Dean smirked.

Cas nodded.

"You little shit." Dean chuckled, the hand by his eyes quickly flipping him off. "Point and case."

"I'd flip you off again, but I only have one hand." Cas choked.

"You okay?" Dean asked, sitting up on his elbows.

"Sure." Cas shrugged.

"No you're not." Dean stated, rolling over and draping his arm over Cas's stomach and kissing his neck. "What's wrong."

"Nothing." Cas shook his head.

"Lies. I smell lies." Dean smiled.

"Shut up and let me go back to bed, asshat." Cas snapped.

"Someone's grumpy." Dean chuckled, moving his hand under Cas's shirt, but pausing. "You have goosebumps."

"I'm cold, you idiot." Cas said.

"Cas, you literally have all the blankets on you and I know you turned the heat on in the middle of the night." Dean laughed.

"So? I'm just chilly today." Cas mumbled before violently sneezing.

"Are you sick?" Dean snorted.

Cas nodded. "Maybe a little."

"You need to tell me these things." Dean stated, kissing the side of Cas's neck again. "I need to take care of you."

"God help me." Cas groaned.

"Sick and still a smartass." Dean snickered.

"Could you expect any less?" Cas replied.

"Not from you." Dean answered smugly. "So what do you need?"

"Nothing..." Cas replied unsurely, turning over to face Dean finally.

"Are you high?" Dean scoffed. "Your eyes are red. It's not 4/20 yet, Cas."

"No." Cas responded. "I just didn't get a good sleep last night."

"I can tell." Dean burst out laughing.

"What?" Cas tilted his head in confusion.

"Look." Dean pointed to the mirror hanging on the wall over the dresser.

Cas groaned as he sat up and looked at his reflection. "Ugh."

"Your bedhead is adorable." Dean smirked, licking his finger and taming a few strands of stray hair.

"Not when I feel like shit." Cas retorted.

"It'll pass." Dean whispered, gently brushing Cas's hair back with his hand, Cas leaning back into his touch.

"Not fast enough." Cas grumbled.

"In the right context that would've sounded very sexy." Dean growled, causing Cas to jab him in the stomach with his elbow. "Ow, fuck you."

"You wish." Cas countered.

"A guy can dream." Dean shrugged, leaning in and giving Cas a quick kiss.

"Dean, don't be stupid." Cas snapped. "You're bound to get sick kissing me."

"It was just one little kiss." Dean chuckled.

Cas leaned up and kissed Dean back. "Two."

"Now do you need anything, because fuck knows I'm tired and going back to bed." Dean snorted.

"Fetch me Charlie." Cas said.

"Fetch you her?" Dean laughed. "What is this, Mean Girls?"

"I do not understand that reference." Cas stated.

"Of course you don't." Dean sighed. "I'll go fetch you Charlie then."

"You do that." Cas nodded.

"Be right back." Dean smiled, pushing out of the bed.

When Dean woke up again, he heard the water running in the bathroom. He rubbed his eyes as he rolled out of bed, literally. He fell on the floor with a loud thud, obviously unnoticed by Cas. Dean grunted as he stood up and quickly aired out his shirt.

"Jesus." He breathed as he quickly paced over to the thermostat. It was set at 28º. Normally it's at 24º. "No wonder I'm hot."

Dean turned the thermostat down to a reasonable temperature and entered the bathroom, where Cas was standing in a large, plus bathrobe and his signature kitten slippers.

"Don't. Fuck. With. The thermostat." Dean snorted.

"Hello." Cas gargled, his toothbrush sticking out the side of his mouth. "I was cold."

"Yeah. Cos you're sick. You're going to be cold no matter what, so leave the poor temperature out of your misery." Dean remarked.

"Fine." Cas rolled his eyes as he spit in the sink and washed his mouth out with water.

Dean stepped up behind Cas and placed his hands on Cas's hips, kissing the side of Cas's neck.

"There's no need to bother being affectionate. It won't get you anything while I'm sick." Cas stated.

"Jesus. Is it a crime now to love my boyfriend?" Dean scoffed. "Can't I just kiss you without expecting anything in return?"

"That doesn't seem like you." Cas replied.

"Sure it does." Dean smirked, moving his lips up the side of Cas's face and pressing a long kiss to his cheek.

"Whatever. I'm too tired to argue." Cas mumbled, reaching an arm over and rubbing the top of Dean's head.

"That's a first." Dean retorted.

"Shut up." Cas laughed. "Go do your thing. I'll call you if I need anything."

"No, I'm going to sit right here until you get better." Dean protested.

"Oh no you're not." Cas argued. "Go do your thing, Dean. I'm not going anywhere."

"Exactly. I can't just let you sit up here and rot." Dean countered.

"I'm not going to rot, Dean." Cas sighed. "I'm not dead just yet."

"You're not allowed to die, anyways." Dean growled. "We have way too many things to do before then."

"Like what?" Cas asked.

"I don't know. We got 60 years or so to figure that out, don't we?" Dean smirked.

"I suppose." Cas shrugged with a smile.

"If I make out with you will I get sick?" Dean chuckled.

Cas nodded. "Most likely."

"Hm..." Dean paused. "Ah, fuck it."

Dean spun Cas around and leaned in and began kissing him. "Well I see you don't have anything on under your robe."

"No. I was going to get into the shower. I was hoping it help clear up my chest and sinuses." Cas stated.

"Hey, I'm not complaining." Dean whispered.

"Of course you aren't." Cas replied. "You never complain about me being naked."

"There's exceptions to that." Dean smirked. "But this is not one of them. So get in the shower before I keep making out with you and end up sealing my fate."

"Okay." Cas smiled, giving Dean another playful kiss.

Dean was downstairs, searching for Sam when he heard a loud, "Deeeeeeeaaaaaan."

"What?" Dean yelled up the stairs.

After a few moments of silence, he heard a "Deeeeeaaaaaaan. I'm hungry."

"What?" Dean repeated.

"I said I'm hungry, you ass." A voice sounded from his phone.

Dean pulled his phone out of his pocket as "Deeeeaaaan. I'm hungry." rang out of it again.

"Why the hell is your whiny voice programmed into my phone?" Dean scoffed upwards.

Dean sighed, dialing Cas's number.

"Are you fucking deaf?" Cas asked. "I said I'm hungry."

"I heard you." Dean rolled his eyes. "You're not getting shit until you explain why my phone keeps ringing in your voice."

"I had Charlie design an app and install it onto both our phones. I hit a button on my phone, and it makes your phone ring, making a recording of my voice play so you know what I want with the comfort of me still being beside you."

"Jesus. You must be sick. You went from stoic dick to romantic sap in one sentence." Dean snorted.

"Shut up, Dean." Rung from his phone as Cas hung up.

"What do you want then?" Dean called up the stairs.

His phone beeped and he looked down at the screen to see 'Soup and a grilled cheese sandwich.'

"Bitch." Dean grumbled turning to the kitchen.

While the soup was cooking, Dean ran upstairs and knocked on Gabriel's door.

"What up, Dean-o?" Gabriel asked.

"You went through a drag phase, right?" Dean replied.

Gabriel nodded, a smug smile spreading his face. "Yeah, why? Trying to impress the boy toy?"

"Kind of." Dean answered.

"Mrew." Gabriel purred, raising his eyes suggestively at Dean.

"Not like that." Dean said. "Cas is being a little shit and making me his sick day bitch. So, I figured that since I'm going to be his personal servant until he gets better, might as well dress like one."

"Why not just get one of the mansion's servant outfits? You don't need me for that." Gabriel responded.

"Because I want a slutty one. I want to look like a sexy maid wench." Dean smirked.

"You came to the right place then." A shit-eating grin appeared on Gabriel's face. "Right this way."

Gabriel led Dean back to the closet and opened it up, continuing to show Dean to a rack covered in glitter with outfits in plastic bags hanging from it.

"Slutty maid, huh?" Gabriel mused pushing through the bags. "Here we go."

"Awesome." Dean smiled, folding the outfit over his arm.

"I have some shorts and underwear that go with it in here." Gabriel stated opening up an embedded drawer and pulling out some black booty shorts and white panties.

"Why the hell do you even have these things?" Dean laughed.

Gabriel shrugged. "It's fun."

"I won't be needing the shorts." Dean smirked.

"And you say you're not trying to impress him." Gabriel retorted.

"I'm not. I didn't say anything about teasing him." Dean replied.

"You're an asshole to my brother." Gabriel sighed.

"It's mutual." Dean growled, hurrying out of Gabriel's room to get changed before the soup was ready.

Cas's mouth fell open when Dean entered his room, dressed in a black miniskirt laced with white and matching top – more like corset.

Dean just smiled slyly at Cas as he carried the tray over to him. "Your meal."

"Uh-uh..." Cas stammered.

"You should be more grateful to your brother." Dean chuckled.

"Just...give me the food." Cas breathed.

"Okay." Dean replied, setting the tray on Cas's lap, 'accidentally' dropping the silverware on the floor. "Oops."

Cas stared at Dean as he bent over and picked the silverware from the floor, one by one, making sure Cas got a good view of his ass.

"Here you go." Dean smirked, putting the silverware on the plate and basking in vanity as he saw Cas frozen speechless.

"Enjoy." Dean whispered, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Cas's lips, sauntering out of the room.

After a moment, Cas looked down at the food on his tray. Spelled out in alphabet soup letters on the top of his grilled cheese sandwich, was a small message.

You piece of shit. If you demand anything from me again I will hurt you.

Cas chuckled before pulling out his phone.

Dean groaned as his phone went off, 'Fuck you, Dean.' playing on a loop. Of course Cas had programmed that into Dean's phone as well. God knows that's just about every other thing he says. Could Dean really expect different? This is Cas he was talking about.

"There you are." Sam smiled as he saw Dean cleaning up the counter from making the soup. "Whoa. What's with the get up?"

"Cas is sick." Dean stated.

"I should've figured Castiel had something to do with it." Sam snorted.

Almost on cue, Dean's phone went off. "Deeeaaaaan. Deeaaaaan."

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Whenever Cas wants something, he has my phone go off like this apparently." Dean explained.

"Deeeeaaaaan." His phone rang again.

"Can you go see what he wants? I'm going to finish cleaning this up." Dean asked.

"Sure." Sam shrugged.

Sam sighed as he went to the stairs and started making his way up. "Dean was right. We do need an elevator."

"Hey, Ca- Jesus Christ!" Sam exclaimed, he and Cas shrieking at the same time as Sam quickly slammed shut the door to the room, his hand over his face. "Dean!"

"What's he want?" Dean groaned, going to the base of the stairs.

"Control your boyfriend will you?" Sam scoffed.

"What now?" Dean grumbled quickly going up the stairs to meet his brother.

Sam gestured to Cas's room. Dean pushed open the door to Cas's room as Sam squeezed his eyes shut. Dean burst out laughing as he entered, gently shutting the door behind him.

"Good Lord, Cas!" Dean laughed, looking at Cas lying stark naked on the bed.

"There's a reason I called for you and not your brother, you halfwit." Cas retorted.

"There's a reason we don't lay around naked all day, too you know." Dean chuckled.

"I'm sure it's a very shitty one." Cas stated.

"Probably so." Dean mused. "So what'd you need me for?"

"I think we both know what for." Cas said.

"Of course." Dean sighed. "You want to take a bath."

Cas silently glared at Dean.

"You know I'm just kidding." Dean growled. "We both know what you really want."

"Say it." Cas snarled.

"Me." Dean breathed.

Cas nodded, a smile spreading his face.

"To turn down the temperature in here because you're getting really hot." Dean smirked.

"Get out." Cas pointed at the door.

Dean burst out laughing, Cas keeping his stern glare focused on him.

"I love you." Dean smiled, kissing Cas's forehead.

"If you keep kissing me, you're going to get sick." Cas stated.

"Nah." Dean shook his head. "I have a great immune system."

"You better hope so." Cas replied.

"Why?" Dean asked. "You plan on getting kissed a lot?"

"Yes." Cas growled, leaning up and meeting Dean's lips with his own. After a moment, Dean lightly placed his hands on Cas's chest and Cas shoved his hands into Dean's hair, making a satisfied sigh.

"Cas, I- uh – need to go finish cleaning up." Dean mumbled.

"Aw." Cas pouted.

"Sorry." Dean smirked. "Just put some fucking clothes on. God knows Sam's been flashed enough times by us."

Cas giggled quietly at the sentiment. "Fine."

Dean gave him another quick kiss before feeling Cas's forehead with the back of his hand. "You're a little warm. You feeling okay?"

Cas nodded. "Good enough."

"I'll check up on you later." Dean said, tossing Cas some clothes from off the floor. "The temperature good?"

Cas nodded again. "It's fine. You're such a softie."

"Shut the fuck up." Dean laughed, flipping Cas off as he left the room.

"Oh. So I see Mr. Booty Call in there didn't seduce you for once." Sam snorted.

Dean put his hand flat on Sam's face and pushed him to the side. "Shut up, Sammy."

"It's Sam!" He called down the stairs.

"Yeah, yeah whatever, bitch." Dean smirked.

"Jerk." Sam countered.

"How you doin' there, Cas?" Dean asked, stepping out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel.

"Same as before." Cas replied. "Like shit."

"Makes sense. You look like shit right now." Dean chuckled.

"Thats." Cas rolled his eyes.

"Do you need anything though? You're face is really red." Dean responded, tossing his towel back into the bathroom.

"Other than to be healthy, no." Cas retorted.

"You'll get better in a few days." Dean smiled, stepping into some boxers. "You good with the temperature?"

"I'm a little hot." Cas muttered.

"It's at 22º, Cas." Dean sighed. "What should I put it at then?"

"How about 20º?" Cas gave Dean a sheepish smile.

"Sure." Dean smirked, hitting some buttons on the thermometer. "Time to find my heavy flannels."

"Sorry." Cas breathed.

"Anything for you." Dean grinned, rifling through a pile of clothes on the floor.

Cas smiled back at him subtly as he tossed a striped pair of pants behind him, a matching shirt soon following.

Dean held up a plaid shirt next to the striped one. "Which one should I wear?"

"I don't have a preference." Cas shrugged. "But I personally liked the outfit you had on earlier."

"Yeah, I know." Dean growled, pulling the striped shirt on over his head. "Lucky for you, Gabriel said I could keep it."

"He did, did he?" Cas purred.

Dean nodded, stepping into the pants. "You and your weird ass fetishes."

"You're not one to talk. You're the only reason I keep those fishnet stockings around." Cas stated.

"You know you like it." Dean smiled, crawling onto the bed beside Cas.

"Maybe a little." Cas mused.

"Maybe a lot." Dean snorted, reaching for the light.

The light in the room panned out and Dean settled back into position, his back to Cas's chest.

"Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite." Dean whispered.

"We have bed bugs?!" Cas scoffed.

"It's an expression." Dean chuckled, reaching his arm behind his back and giving Cas a reassuring pat on the head.

"I hate your expressions." Cas grumbled.

"I hate your face." Dean retorted.

"You love my face and you know it." Cas replied.

"Yeah." Dean sighed. "I can't deny that. Well, you need your rest, Cas. Go to sleep."

"Good night, Dean." Cas laughed, kissing the crook of Dean's neck.

"Night, Cas." Dean smiled.

After a few moments, Cas shifted his position a little.

"Squirmy much?" Dean smirked. "You okay there."

"Yeah. Just peachy." Cas answered, moving around some more, before settling back down.

"You good now?" Dean asked.

"Yes, Dean." Cas rolled his eyes. "I'm fine. I have a touch of the flu, not a terminal illness. Can't I move around without getting interrogated about it?"

"Yeah, wha- Whoa. Is that you, Cas?" Dean growled. "Sick or not, you still have the same one track mind."

"Shut up. I can't get that image of you in that maid outfit out of my head." Cas scowled.

"I'm not complaining." Dean smirked, pressing back into Cas, causing him to whimper.

"Go to hell, Dean." Cas hissed.

"As you wish." Dean smirked. "A-a-ah"

"Dean?" Cas asked worriedly.

Dean let out a loud sneeze before groaning. "Fuck!"

A nurse looked up at the monitor, frantically pressing the microphone on the intercom. "Doctor Dre, the patient in room 6S6 just woke up. I repeat, that is room 6S6."

"Copy." A voice came over to her private speaker. "Thank you Roberta."

"Would you like me to notify the family?" She asked.

"Immediately." Doctor Dre replied. "Thank you again."

"Anytime." Roberta smiled, ending the short call.

A/N: Confession time: I really wanted to write hard core smut into here, but I'm trying to keep this a PG story, verging on R. Maybe. Kindof.

Confession time 2: *there's going to be a few of these this A/N* I am totally not obsessed with the game 2048 and totally didn't go make my own custom misha collins version and it's totally not at this url right here - games. usvsth3m / 2048/misha-collins-edition-17/

Confession Time 3: Thanks to flutterby cupcake for telling me that I fucked up and uploaded the wrong chapter. I kept on trying to upload 'Superantural Fanfic 141' which was the last chapter, and it took me like 5 times to realize I needed to upload, "Superantural Fanfic 142", but I coudln't find it, but I guess I just titled it "Supernatural 142" and I lost it, but I found it finally. Yay.

Confession time 4: *this one makes me sad* Updates are probably going to slow to every other night if that hasn't already been established by my shitty uploading schedule recently. I know I say I have a good reason and that it's always my life is going to shit, but it seriously is. It's getting worse everyday. I'm starting to have fucking hallucinations. So if this is a good enough excuse (which in all honestly it probably isn't (but it's better than my homework excuses (seriously they sucked))) I'll still try to get chapters up as soon as possible, but they'll probably come every other night (i'll post on tuesdays for sure (probably) so I can fangirl about the new episode (Which I gurantee will happen (it always does))) and if not that, every two nights.

I doubt you guys want to hear my problems, you're here for the Destiel and awkward humor. Long story short. Me = Problems. Problems = Less fanfic writing. Problems = More time dying on the inside.

Also: I dyed my hair dirty blonde, but it's temporary and I'm washing it out after I show my piano teacher. Hopefully, I can find someplace that'll actually even out my hair and get rid of the red and fix it all. My dad said my hair with this dirty blonde color looks like old lady hair. fuck him. Bitch I'm fabulous. *gracefully shakes hair*

My favorite quote ever I think I just found it. If a child breaks in a school and no one chooses to hear it, do they even make a sound?

That's from the 'To This Day' Spoken word poem by Shane K...something. I forgot his name. If you haven't heard it, look it up on YouTube. If you've ever been a bullying victim, you will probably cry. I got very emotional over it. I didn't cry, but it hit me hard and I've watched it a bunch of times and it hurts more each time.