Dean had ended up with a nasty round of the flu, so Sam came over to stay with them so he could take care of Henry while Cas went to work. Henry of course had a tough time knowing his daddy was home but he couldn't come play.

"Henry, stop. It's nap time." Sam said while trying to get Henry to stay in bed.

"NO!" Henry yelled and slid out of the bed again, he had been getting more and more disobedient as the week went on.

"Henry James, get your butt in that bed and take a nap!" Dean yelled from the doorway, scaring them both.

"Daddy!" Henry yelled and went to hug him but Sam stopped him, "noooo let goooooo." he whined.

"I'm sorry buddy but I can't hug you right now. Daddy's really sick and doesn't want to get you sick. But you have to listen to uncle Sammy, he's in charge when papa's not home." Dean said and started coughing.

Henry whined, "okay daddy." and crawled into the bed. Sam pulled the blanket up and closed the door.

"Feeling better?" he asked his brother.

"Nope. But I heard Henry giving you a rough time so I figured you were too chicken to punish or yell at him." Dean shrugged.

"Maybe you should go to the doctor." Sam grimaced after Dean had a huge coughing fit.

"I already made an appointment. Cas is taking me tomorrow since it's his day off, but once we get back you can have a bit of a break." Dean said. "But thank you man, you did not have to stay here with Henry."

"What else would you have done?" Sam shrugged "go back to bed. I'll bring you some soup, mom dropped off a container of tomato rice soup last night."

"I'll try but I can't keep anything down." Dean sighed and shuffled back into his bedroom.

"And take a shower! You stink!" Sam yelled after him and got the middle finger in response.

Cas was driving to the hospital for Dean's appointment the next day and Dean was currently puking into a bag in the passenger's seat.

"Fuck. I've never been this sick before." Dean rasped.

Cas cracked a window, getting nauseous himself at the smell. "I know, I'm sorry." He pulled into the closest parking spot he could and went around to open the door for Dean, who was puking once again.

"I don't even have anything to puke up." he groaned and allowed Cas to help him out of the car. Dean threw the bag in the nearest trash can before they went inside.

They checked in and a few minutes later Mary came out, "Dean honey, come on back." They followed Mary back to the exam rooms, "ok stand on the scale." she instructed.

"Dean honey what did you weigh last time?" she asked.

"I dunno like 200?" he answered.

"Okay well you're at 185 so you've lost 15 pounds." Mary explained getting worried but continued to usher them into a room. She took his temperature, "102.9" she muttered and continued to check his pulse and blood pressure.

"Mom I'm gonna hurl." Dean groaned and Mary quickly grabbed the trash can just as Dean bent forward. Cas wrinkled his nose but moved forward to rub Dean's back.

"How often do you get sick?" she asked once he was done and blew his nose.

"Too damn much." he rasped.

"Multiple times a day." Cas answered for him.

"You're pretty dehydrated." Mary stated, "I'm going to go find Dr. Mendez. I'm admitting you until you're done throwing up so much and you're rehydrated."

"Mom. I can't." Dean groaned.

"Henry will be fine, we'll take care of him but Dean, you need fluids and we're going to draw some blood and test you for Influenza." Mary said taking her gloves off, "stay here, I'll come get you once we have a room ready."

"God damn it." Dean sighed.

"Do you want me to stay with you while you're here?" Cas asked.

"No. I'll be fine, you can go to work and shit. Besides we can't leave Henry alone with Sam for much longer, I think Sam's about to blow a gasket." Dean chuckled which turned into a cough. "You'll have to call Mr. Murray for me though."

Once Dean was admitted Cas stepped outside to call Mr. Murray for him to excuse Dean for the next few weeks.

"Oh, of course. We'll have it taken care of." Mr. Murray said before hanging up.

Cas poked his head into the room, "I'm going to go relieve Sam for a few hours, are you going to be okay?"

"Yes, I'll be fine. Just bring back my pillow would you?" Dean asked.

"Of course. I'll see you later, love you." Cas said and went back home.

Dean was asleep, really asleep for the first time in a week by time Cas came back with Charlie in tow. She insisted she came along once Cas told her what was going on. Cas set Dean's pillow and a few other things down in the chair next to his bed and whispered to Charlie, "let's get out of here, he's sleeping pretty good."

"Not anymore, "Charlie doesn't know how to be quiet even if her life depended on it." Dean said groggily.

"Sorry." Charlie apologized. "How are you feeling?" she asked.

"A little better now that I've got some fluids and a decent nap." Dean said.

"Good." Cas said and gave Dean his pillow, "Henry made you something." he said and handed him a card.

"GET WELL SOON DADDY!" It read, with obvious help from Cas on the spelling but the L's and Y were backwards.

"I love it." Dean smiled and set it up on the table next to him.

"Have you gotten your test results back?" Cas asked.

"Yeah, negative for both influenzas. Mom said it's just some bad stomach bug.. I should be able to go home in a couple days. They just want to monitor things." Dean explained. "Plus she said none of this is contagious so that's good."

They stayed for a few hours before leaving. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" Cas asked again.

"I'm sure, go spend time with Henry and give poor Sammy a break." Dean assured him.

"Alright, but call me if you need anything."

"I will, just go already." Dean chuckled.

Dean was finally feeling better and was able to go home on Saturday with some antibiotics. So, of course once he walked into the house Henry ran full speed towards him. "DADDY!"

"Hey buddy." Dean said picking him up while Cas carried in his stuff.

"I miss you daddy." Henry whined a little and wrapped his arms around Dean's neck.

"I missed you too. But I'm all better now." Dean said hugging him back.

"Yay! Can we play?" Henry asked.

"Of course, go get your legos." Dean said and set him down so Henry could run over to the shelf they kept a few toys on in the living room.

"Thank you so much for helping with him Sam." Dean said.

"No problem, just don't make me do it again for that long." Sam joked.

"No promises." Dean laughed, "here." he held out $200.

"I can't take that Dean." Sam said refusing it.

"You can, and you will." Dean insisted and shoved it in Sam's pocket.

"Thanks." Sam grumbled.

"If you've got your stuff ready I can take you home." Cas told him.

"Daddy! Play!" Henry called out.

"I'm coming." Dean called back and gave Sam a hug.

Dean went back to work the following Monday and found a stack of files on his desk. "Ah, there you are. Could you please go through these for me and organize them. It's all of the paperwork for the art pieces and photographs we've sold in the last month." Mr. Murray asked.

"Oh, sure!" Dean said.

"Thank you so much. And don't forget the gala invitations need to go out by tomorrow at the latest." He reminded Dean.

"Of course sir, that was my objective for today." Dean explained.

"Good. I don't know what I ever did before you Dean!" Mr. Murray yelled as he walked away.

Dean let out a sigh and moved the mountain of files to the table behind him so he could start on the invitations. He had taken a calligraphy class last month so he could be creative on the invitation envelopes.

Dean took a break after the 30th envelope and checked his phone. There wasn't much, a few texts from Cas and Charlie. He responded and flexed his hand before continuing on the envelopes.

Getting lost in time Dean startled when there was a knock on his door. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to know if you'd like to go get some lunch with me?" Mr. Murray asked.

Dean glanced at the time and saw that it was almost 1 in the afternoon. "Oh, sure. I still don't have much of an appetite though." he said finishing up the envelope he was working on.

"That's alright. There's some business I'd like to discuss with you over lunch anyway." Mr. Murray waved his hand. Dean was a nervous wreck the whole way to the café down the street.

Mr. Murray parked the car and Dean got out immediately and followed his boss into the café, they sat towards the back and ordered their drinks. Mr. Murray was rambling on about the gala coming up and Dean was having a hard time concentrating.

"I"m sorry sir, but what business did you want to discuss? Have I done something wrong?" Dean asked, un able to keep it anymore.

"Of course not, what would ever give you that impression?" Mr. Murray asked.

"I'm sorry I just over thought this lunch. You said you had business to discuss with me so I got nervous." Dean confessed.

Mr. Murray let out a chuckle. "Dean, you know you're one of my best employee's I've ever had. The business I wanted to discuss was more of a heads up."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked after they placed their orders.

"The owner of the gallery is coming next month and they're very old fashioned if you get what I mean." Mr. Murray said.

"I understand. Do you know when next month?" Dean asked.

"No. They said it would be a surprise visit that way the can see us as normal. So, he's not going to be very happy that you're my assistant and have so much authority on things." Mr. Murray explained.

"So, I'm being demoted?" Dean asked getting confused.

"Heavens no! I'm just giving you a fair warning so you're not blindsided when he comes in." Mr. Murray re assured Dean, who just nodded.

"Thank you, sir." Dean said softly and they spent the rest of the lunch discussing odds and ends at the gallery.

Once they got back, Dean went back to working on the envelopes. He got about 70 done and still had about 70 more to go. Finally, after an hour and half he finished the envelopes and massaged his hand and took a quick break before putting the invitations in and stamping them. He then started working on a few of the files that Mr. Murray had left on his desk.

He knocked on Mr. Murray's door, "I've got the invitations done, I'll drop them off at the post office on my way home. See you tomorrow." Dean informed his boss.

"Oh, wonderful. Thank you Dean!" Mr. Murray smiled.

Dean pulled into the driveway next to Cas around 5:30, once he unlocked the door he got a huge whiff of grilled meat. He walked into the kitchen where Cas and Henry were wearing matching aprons and throwing vegetables into a bowl of lettuce.

"Daddy!" Henry yelled once he noticed Dean walk in.

"Hi big guy." Dean smiled and picked his son off the counter. "What are you making?" he asked.

"Salad! Papa say it healfy" Henry said.

"It is healthy for you. Makes you big and strong like papa." Dean said and put him back on the counter so he could continue what he was doing. He moved next to Cas who stopped dicing the tomatoes.

Cas quickly wiped his hands and pulled Dean in for a kiss. "How was work?" he asked.

Dean sighed and buried his nose in Cas' neck. "Long. My hand is killing me." he sighed, "it smells fantastic in here."

"I grilled Steaks for you and me and Henry is getting a hot dog. I've also got baked potatoes and garlic bread." Cas said and laughed when Dean moaned.

"I knew I loved you for some reason. I actually ate some lunch today and now I've got my appetite back." Dean said.

"Good. You need to build your strength back up." Cas said giving the tomatoes to Henry to throw into the salad.

They sat at the dining room table at ate their meal as a happy little family and Dean listened to Henry talk about his day with his papa. Once dinner was finished and everything was cleaned up Cas went to give Henry his bath before bed, after Henry was down for the night Dean decided to go take a bath himself.

"Are you coming?" he asked Cas as he stripped down.

"Not yet." Cas winked and hurried up and followed Dean into the bathroom.