Walking up to the door of the hotel room Uriel is currently occupying fills Castiel with sadness. As much as he loves his brother, he can be a little... well, boring and mean. The Winchesters were almost always more fun to hang out with. Their strange human customs. Still, it was about time he returned to Uriel and the work that needed to be done. He had decided to walk here, in order to waste time more than anything else, but he also liked to observe human behaviour. Sighing as he pushes open the door, he finds Uriel standing in the middle of the room, not looking happy at all.
"Where have you been?" Uriel demands in his deep voice.
"You know where I was. I had to tell the Winchesters of what's happening" Castiel is confused. Obviously Uriel had known that, he had told him before he left. So why did he seem so mad?
"What is it with you and those good-for-nothing Winchesters?" Uriel's words stung Castiel. They are the only humans he's ever spoken too, ever known. They offer a view of the world Castiel never knew about.
"How did the seal go?" He asks, trying to completely change the subject.
"Well, seeing as I had to do it by myself, I would say it went quite well."
"You knew where I was, you could have came to get me if you needed help" Castiel still doesn't understand why his brother is angry.
"I did try to call you. What took you so long anyway?" Uriel's words simply confuse Castiel more. Surely he would have heard it if he was calling? He had never missed a call before.
"It appears that Dean has fallen ill." Castiel explains.
Uriel simply sighs and returns to the table and whatever he was doing before. Castiel lays on his bed, thinking about the day's events. Firstly Dean was ill and was refusing to see someone who could help him, which is simply foolish. Secondly, he hadn't even known Uriel was calling him. Not calling him in the same way that Sam had called Dean's phone but calling in the way only angels call. If Uriel needs Castiel around, then Castiel automatically knows, as all angels have a connection. He had found it hard to explain to Dean when Dean had asked, seeing as it wasn't using thoughts or words. They would just know. Distance or location was never a problem. So why had he missed it this time?
He wonders over to the table to see what Uriel is doing. Reading some newspaper, nothing of interest. He moves back to the bed, flicking on the TV to pass the time. He settles for a program he thinks Dean would approve of as the actors are poor but there is no lack of drama or bare flesh.
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It doesn't take him long to become bored. Still, he continues to watch the program and the few that follow it. He finds one of particular interest. It is about a building, which seems to be called a hospital that the doctors work at. Doctors of the same type as Dean needs. They wear white coats and perform various types of operations on people. Castiel can see no reason why these doctors should be able to heal Dean why he cannot, apart from the obvious fact that they have more knowledge of humans.
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He knocks on the Winchesters door once more. This time he brought some pie. Dean loves pie. It takes a few minutes for Sam to answer and Castiel notes the pistol in his hand.
"I brought pie" Castiel says to Sam, although the fact is probably obvious.
Sam moves to the side, allowing him to enter the room. He glances around, Dean is still in the same position he was when he left, but he looks a lot worse. His breathing sounds painful, his lips are raw, his skin an unhealthy pale colour that almost has a green tinge. His eyes are open, but he shows no recognition of Castiel.
"It's actually good your here, I was going to get a doctor for him" Sam says before moving towards the door. "Try and keep his temperature down" Are the last words Castiel is able to hear.
Dean shudders, cold even beneath the layers of blankets that cover him. His eyes move slowly in Castiel's direction.
"Cas.... why are you... still here?" Dean swallows painfully, forcing each word out. His voice barely audible.
He frowns, Dean is obviously out of it. He gets a fresh glass of water and helps Dean into a slightly more seated position. Dean gulps down the water. Castiel checks his temperature with his hand again, but when he goes to move his hand away Dean whispers "no".
Casitel is confused but willing to oblige.
"I guess you weren't supposed to save me from the pit after all"
"Dean... you are foolish. You need to see a doctor. I did not pull you from the depths just to have you sent back there. You do not belong there"
"Sure I don't" Dean rolls his eyes.
"I know how you feel about yourself Dean. You are foolish for that too. You would not have been saved if you weren't deserving. You are a good person"
"Is that why you come here so often?" Dean asks weakly.
"Yes. You are an interesting human" Castiel doesn't want to reveal the real reason he is always here. Why he feels the need to always watch Dean. To be around him.
"Interesting.... and good looking?" Dean mocks, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Well, I suppose so. More than a quite a few of the humans I have seen" Castiel hopes that Dean won't notice the redness creeping up his cheeks.
"You didn't steal a bad human yourself. You should see the way some of the chicks look at you. If only it wasn't for that damned trench coat"
"What's wrong with the coat?" Castiel has never minded the coat. It is a possession of his vessel and should be respected.
"It's just... take it off for a sec"
Castiel slips the trench coat from his shoulders for the first time. He never realised how much the thing weighed.
"Better" Dean nods.
Castiel looks down. It seems weird without the tan coat, but it's definitely something he could get used to. He shrugs and places his hand back on Dean's forehead. He suddenly presses his lips against Deans, not entirely sure of what's happening. Dean's eyes shoot open and Castiel can see the confusion and surprise in the green depths. He pulls away quickly, still not knowing why that happened.
"Whaaaaaa?" Dean's facial expression hasn't changed at all.
"I have no idea.... I apologise" Castiel mumbles, moving his hand from Dean's forehead and walking towards the door. He quickly leaves, only just hearing Dean call "You'll probably get sick now! Cas, come back."
Not at all in the mood for walking, Castiel hesitates before appearing next to Dean's bed. He stands looking at the ground and he can tell his face is red. It surprises him when Dean moves slowly onto his knees, leaning in he whispers "definitely better without the goddamn coat" before kissing him. Castiel has to support most of Dean's weight, especially as Dean is sick. But he doesn't mind. Still, it doesn't take long for him to push Dean back into bed and order "Sleep! Sam went to get a doctor". He grins cheekily at the look on Dean's face at the mention of a doctor.
Dean scowls, but begrudgingly listens. He's barely able to keep his eyes open, having already used his tiny amount of energy.
