"'Boommmmbrrrrrrmmmmm' ... The thunder rumbled over the savannah of South Africa. Causing the young cubs to crawl closer into their mother. The worried lioness puts her nose up into the darkened sky. She smells heavy rain is coming. Here, in the savannah, it only means one thing. Seek shelter," the metallic voice sounded through the room.

It was the loud "boom" that startled Dean awake. With his eyes still closed the oldest Winchester stayed flat on the mattress, listening. Figuring out what he just had heard.

Suddenly there was a familiar scratchy voice,that filled the room.

"I'm confused. Why refers the voice to danger if it's starting to rain? The ground is very dry and it's significantly screams for one of God's miracles. Moreover, the lioness probably knew that already when she decided to leave their territory, with her cups."

A smile appeared on Deans' lips. 'Cas. You nerd.'

"If it bothers you, you can flip on a different station with the remote, Castiel. You may choose what you like. Winchester's rule number 3. When you are sick, you will get to be the King of the remote."

"I am family?" Cas asked.

"You are one of us. And you are sick. So. Yes."

'Well said, Sammy,' Dean thought.

There suddenly was a shuddering sigh. Followed by a nasty wet cough. By the time the angel was finished Dean heard his brother run to him. Dean opened his eyes a bit, frowning at the stinging sun light. He stayed on to his matrass for a little longer, while he listened to the small conversation with his Brother and his sick friend.

"Hey, Cas. If you starting to feel a little nauseous or dizzy, or coughing up blood like now… erm... You will report that to me, right?"

"I am fine."

"You sure?"

"Yes, Sam. I am fine."

"Just saying. I'm worried about you, man. Coughing up blood is not a good thing to do. And you also starting to look a little paler too, man."

"I am fine. Sam. Don't worry."

"Okay. Fine."

There was some more buzzing and tinny sounds from the television. Followed by a rustling sound.

"I just starting to feel cold, that's all," the raspy voice said, again.

"Well, that's the fever you are having. Just make sure it doesn't spike up."

When Dean finally opened his eyes again and he saw two white legs hanging over the edge of the bed opposite to his. Two feet wobbled back and forth. Almost hypnotized Dean stared at the big toe that repetitiously made straight line-movements on the carpet floor. Back and forth. Again and again. The movements were soft and slow. But suddenly the pattern changed when another channel was changed with the remote.

"OH! Yes! Yesss! ... Hmmm ... oh! ... Oh that feels so good ... Oh my God! Yes!" Bombed through the motel room.

"Oh. What is this? Sam? I do not understand why that poor nurse lady is so happy about. That guy stole all her clothes and he ... That looks extremely painfull."

Both feet were now flat and motionless onto the floor while the television sounds were becoming more violent.

"I think I know what this is," muttered the hoarse and recognizable voice. Just a grin appeared on Dean's face as he stretched himself on the bed. 'Cas, you pig.'

"Erm, Castiel," sounded his brothers' voice again while nearing his bed.

"Flip to another station, man." Sam sounded uncomfortable.

"Oh, of course. To much noise. You don't want me to wake Dean. I understand." Dean began to laugh softly.

"Too late, Cas. I'm already awake. You filthy moron," Dean muttered a little groggy. By the time he had worked his way up, he found himself in to the gaze of blue eyes.

Castiel was sitting upright. His body was wrapped in one of Sams' saggy sweatshirts. In one hand he clutched the remote control of the small television, which only stood a few inches from his bed. In his other hand he clutched the blanket that Sam had putted over his shivering shoulders. The angel looked remarkably well for someone who only recently had such a high fever. But the man was still visibly not feeling well. His vision was a little blurred and his attitude was huddled. Moreover, Castiel was plugged with a tissue in one nostril. Obviously to stop the bleeding. And that was never a good sign.

"Good afternoon, Dean," the angel said softly.

"Hey, Cas. You… ah... got something in your nose," Dean Indicated to the tissue and the angel just nodded. Sam shrugged his shoulders and frowned at his brother.

"Yah. He says he is fine." Dean grinned.

"Right." At that, the angel swayed a little. Just with one blink of an eye two hands were on Cas' shoulders.

"Dean, I said I am fine," grumbled Castiel. Annoyed by his own weaknesses. Dean raised an eyebrow at the feverish angel.

"Alright, man. I believe you. Just take a deep breath, before you 'll faint on us again."

"I am not going to faint. You can let me go now," Cas sighed. "I am fine."

Dean stared for a moment at the white face of the angel. Behind Castiel he saw his brother's shoulders go up. As if he wanted to gesture: 'Don't you look at me. He obviously has taken over this behavior from you.' Then the angel began to shiver more violently and dove a little deeper into his warm blanket.

"Although. It's still very difficult to maintain my normal temperature," the angel said eventually. And Dean nodded satisfied for his honest answer.

"Right." Dean smiled when he finally let go of his shoulders.

"Hey, Castiel. Uhm. Look. It will be the best if you stick with us for a couple of days. Until you have full control over your body, again," advised Sam. Dean nodded to his brother. Sam was right. Cas was in no condition to take care of its own. He needed them to watch over him. Especially when the angel was starting to fall fast. He would be become more human and he clearly had no clue of what so ever how humans worked. He needed friends. And Dean wanted to tell him that. But it was a little difficult to find the words with the porn sounds in the background. In the meantime Cas looked irresolute at him. His cheeks were turning pink because of his spiking fever. And the angel pooled the blanked off.

The television was put out by Sam and he took the remote from Castiels' hand in exchange for a glass of cold water. The angel looked at the glass, blankly. "What is this?" He asked finally.

"Drink, Cas. It won't cure you instantly. But it may do you some good. Your body is still struggling with fever. You were sweating a lot while you were unconscious. I don't want you to dehydrated."

"I-I don't want to, Sam. I don't need this."

"The hell you are. You didn't need to get a fever, either. And yet, you did! Dude, it's obvious you cannot take care of your meatsuit without your powers. So, until you feeling better, you need to let us help. Besides, you called us, right? So shut up. And start Listening to my brother. Drink the damn water," Dean said sternly. In a jerk he rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom. With a great pang he shut the door.

Leaving two perplexed men behind. Sam was the first one that moved. And he smirked a little.

The angel looked at the water and then back to Sam. Sam shrugged apologetically.

"He likes you. I can see it clearly, now. He does the same thing to me when I'm sick. Always playing the mother hen, like that."

"My sympathies," muttered the angel and he drank the glass empty. Sam laughed at that.

"Yeah. Welcome to the family."

There was a silence. Castiel was thinking deeply. Sam saw that.

"What's going on in your head, man?" The angel just whipped the sweat of his brow and shrugged his small shoulders.

"Dean does know I'm still the oldest one, right?"

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A/N: Well. Another chapter is born! Sorry it took awhile! I had a bit of timestruggle myself. But I like this chapter. It makes me smile a bit! It's a good thing to have family around you. Even if isn't your same blood. Thanks for reading this! And have a nice Christmas! Please send me a review:) I will need it for the next one. This chapter was very hard to translate and I hope I did a good job.

x

Josie