(Sorry to change to Castiel's POV all of a sudden. I'm guessing it must be pretty obvious that I completely fail when it comes to temperatures, especially in Fahrenheit. I changed it so it should be reasonable now. Sorry for that _ )

By the time the documentary is finished Castiel is more confused than ever. He thinks that he probably should have payed a bit more attention to humans during his 2000 year existence. Especially because he still has no idea what that tribe had been doing. He turns his eyes away from the human names passing on the screen to check on Dean. His head is still back in the same position, but his eyes are staying closed for longer each time he blinks. He wonders why he cannot heal Dean's sickness. It's not like he's ever tried to heal an internal illness before, but he should be able to. He heals stab wounds for chrissake. His thoughts are interrupted by quite an annoying sound. He soon figures out that the sound is being emitted from Dean's phone. The screen displays "Sammy" as Castiel picks it up and the annoying noise continues. Unsure of what to do, as Dean's eyes have not opened for a while, Castiel tries his best to imitate what he has seen Dean do. He flips the phone open, raising it towards his head and holding it against his ear. He hears Sam's voice and answers with a 'Sam?'.

Sam stops mid sentence and after a short pause asks "Castiel? Why are you on Dean's phone? Where is Dean?"

"Dean appears to have fallen asleep. I heard his phone making a noise and now I am talking to you." Having never used a phone before, Castiel is confused as to why Sam sounds confused.

"Huh.... Well, I'll be back soon" Sam's sentence is followed by silence. Castiel holds the phone to his ear for a few minutes to make sure he doesn't miss anything important, completely unaware that Sam has ended the call. He turns back to Dean, whose unfocused eyes are staring in his direction.

"How do you feel?" Castiel's head tilts slightly to the side as he asks, his eyes showing concern.

"Super" Even Dean's voice has a lazy, tired and blocked up tone, with a hoarse edge.

"Sam said he would be back soon"

Castiel gets the feeling that Dean is trying to eye him suspiciously, and failing. "You talked to Sam?"

Castiel nods "on the phone".

"Ah" Dean drops the subject, not having enough energy to fight. His eyes start to slip closed again.

Castiel quickly crosses the room and picks the Winchester up, carrying him to the bed while ignoring his angry mumblings and half hearted protests. He lays him down as carefully as he can manage and places his hand on Dean's forehead once more, but is still puzzled by why he is unable to heal him. He thinks about this as he returns to the couch and flicks through the channels aimlessly.

He finds himself glancing at Dean a lot. It takes him at least half an hour of this glancing to decide he should just check on him. He didn't pull him from hell just to have him sent back there, after all. He stares at Dean's pale, sweat coated face, once again unsure of what to do. He eventually settles for placing his hand on Dean's forehead again, this time checking the temperature. The skin burns beneath his touch, and even though he has no frame of reference, human skin should not feel that hot. He picks up a nearby cloth, runs it under some cold water, and places it on Dean's forehead as he had seen it before.

Not knowing what else to do Castiel sits on the edge of the other bed. He can see that Dean is fighting even while he sleeps. Fighting memories, fighting human disease. His eyes dart around beneath their lids in a frantic way. Before long Castiel's thoughts turn to when he, in this vessel, first met Dean. Dean had thought he didn't deserve to be saved. Dean thinks he doesn't deserve anything. He can tell that Dean doesn't like what he sees when he looks in the mirror. He can see it in his eyes. It's the reasons behind these feelings that bugs him. He can't see why Dean would feel this way. I mean, he has people who care for him, such as Sam, he is a good person, no matter what he thinks and he helps people, he saves people. So why wouldn't he want to be saved?

"Humans" He scoffs under his breath.

Castiel ponders over these thoughts for what seems like hours. Sam eventually returns, carrying a box of various supplies. He looks surprised to see Cas there, despite their phone conversation. Sam pulls something from the box before moving to Dean's bedside.

"How's he been?" He asks as he places the instrument in Dean's mouth. It pokes out at an odd angle.

"He sleeps a lot but his temperature appears to be higher than usual" Sam looks mildly surprised at the answer, as if he wouldn't expect Castiel to know anything about temperature. Which he doesn't. They sit in awkward silence for a few minutes until Sam pulls the object out of Dean's mouth.

"103.7.... shit, shit, shit!"

"Ah" Castiel says quietly as he realises that object is used to measure human temperature. How handy.

Sam pulls a bunch of things from the bag until he finds a certain one. He gets a glass of water and gently shakes Dean awake.

"Saaaaaaaam" Dean complains, trying to roll over.

"Dean. You have to take the medicine. Your temperature is crazy high!" Sam urges until Dean opens his eyes and glares.

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After Dean had taken the medicine and fallen asleep once more, Sam had sat at the table and watched his brother.

"He won't see a doctor" Sam states suddenly, turning slightly to look at Castiel.

"A... doctor?"

Sam sighs "Someone who will figure out what is wrong with him and make him better"

"Well, why not?" Castiel can't imagine anyone ever wanting to feel like Dean looks.

"Because he's stupid" Sam replies, not actually explaining anything.

Castiel wonders about this doctor person. How come they can fix Dean while he can't? A mere human able to do something an angel can't does not seem right. He starts to wonder how long he has been here, in the Winchesters motel room. Hours and hours by the looks of things. He's amazed that Uriel hasn't called him, they were trying to stop a seal from being broken after all. He shrugs off these thoughts, Uriel is more than capable of doing things by himself. And yet, something doesn't seem right.