Castiel, who was wearing an old black led zeppelin concert t-shirt from Dean and his own black suit pants, lay flat on the ground. He sigh a deep sigh as his eyes opened again. Staring at the strange veil from the willow tree, dancing around him in the wind Castiel was shocked by its pure beauty. He never saw such intriguing as a simple shadow-play formed by willow garlands. He never felt more relax than now. "These things are my favorite from now on, Dean," Cas slurred softly. Smiling again, Castiel reached out to one of them. But all he had got was thin air. While the wind was brushing his hot skin, Cas tried to reach one other veil. Still no luck. He started to laugh.

"They are amazing, Dean. Look at them." He smiled again. But then his arm started to feel weak and he let himself rest.

The rest around him was just a blur to him. He heard the murmur of the water. He heard children screaming with delight. He heard the wind playing with the leaves and branches of these wonderful trees. He felt the sun warming his body. He enjoyed this moment with the beautiful things that his father had created a long time ago. "I love to stay here…" slurred the angel again.

Some shadows were blocking his sight and all of the sudden he could hear someone yell at him.

He startled awake from his little daydream when he felt a few blows on to his face.

"Cas! Try to stay awake, man. Your fever is spiking up again." A sudden sour smell of sweat penetrated his nostrils. And Cas knew it was he himself that was starting to sweat seriously. Then he started to realize that he wasn't feeling so good, after all. He felt so sick. Nauseous and dizzy. And very… very tired.

"I-I'm awake, Dean. For now. I-it is hard to…" Both shivery hands protected his pale face while his glassy eyes peered through his fingers to see the two brothers. Scared that Dean will punch him again. And harder this time. Luckily he didn't. But he was still unsuccessful seeing them. Everything was too bright. Although, the nausea kept him awake. Cas heard the brothers talk about him in concern. The fear of falling asleep against Deans' approval subsided and Castiel slowly relaxed his body. Maybe it was by fever and weakness but the angel again felt a lot safer.

"Give me a moment," said the angel suddenly a lot calmer. "I will be fine in a minute."

It took some time before Sams' gaze could leave the angel and he shot a concerned look at his brother. When he tensed up his jaw, one muscle pulsed from under his skin.

"Dean. He is too hot. And I think a fresh breeze is not enough to make him feel better. I'll get something to wipe his forehead with." Sam looked around but didn't find anything but his own shirt, so he just took it off. In a split second Sam was at the pool, immersing his shirt with the cold water.

Meanwhile Dean was checking Castiels' forehead with a palm of his hand. Frowning at the heat Dean again felt the heat with the back of his hand. He repeated this on both sides of Castiels' face, indicating that it has gotten worse since the drive. But still not as bad when Cas first fell unconscious this morning. When Sam was back with his dripping shirt he started working on the angel's face. Castiel immediately began to toss, trying to get away from the cold water.

"Sorry, man. But you need this to get better," Sam said soothingly.

"Okay, Sam," the angel whispered softly. His body started to relax ones more. But his eyes stayed open. Desperately trying to stay awake, like Dean wanted.

"T-this is hard," slurred Castiel after a while.

"You're doing good, Cas. Just stay awake, man."

His eyes were stinging and his mind was getting cloudier from exhaustion. His shirt was taken off. Again. And the angel didn't understand why Sam and Dean had wanted him put it on in the first place, when they were planning on to take it off anyway. He had worked very hard to dress himself before they went for a ride. It wasn't fair.

"Hey. Sammy. I think it's working." Dean felt the angel's forehead again.

"Yeah. But he still has an hell of a fever. He needs something cooler. Like ice."

And just at that moment they heard a little bell ringing in the distance. Children started screaming and laughing and ran out of the water. All their eyes and ears were focused on the small white van that brought to a halt on the sandy parking place. A side hatch opened up almost immediately. One big looking fellow popped his head out of the hatch and smiled.

"Who wants ice cream!" he yelled. And not much later there was a long line of children and parents who gladly wanted a sweet cooling ice cream.

"Hey, what a coincidence. Look Sam. Ice. Just what we needed." Dean smiled his goofy smile and began to rummage in his pocket for which Sam suspected: money. But instead he took out a police ID emerge. And Sam growled.

"Dean. You know you're on the verge of ruining the perfect day for a lot of people, right?" Dean shrugged his shoulders before he looked one more time at the squinting eyes from the angel. Castiel stared at Dean with half opened eyes as he gasped painfully, eager to lose his unhealthy heat.

"What? Someone actually does this for a living. I like to think I'm just helping that poor son of a bitch out. Checking up on papers, that is." And Dean nonchalantly walked to the van.

...

As the line was getting longer with impatient parents and their whining children, Dean ran to the top of the line with scraping throat, until he stood in front of the row.

"What are you doing, Mister? Don't you have manners?" A light sunburnt woman looked at him with a cold piercing gaze. He recognized the woman from earlier when he tried to stop Cas from falling face first while shouted against Sam. Dean pooled up one eyebrow while he looked expressionless at her.

"Aren't you too old for ice cream? Stupid loser," said a small girly-like voice next to the woman.

The girl that the woman had with her, dressed in a white summer dress and a huge bunch of red curls, also looked as stern as her mother. Dean smirked at the kid and watched as the whole line started to look angrily at him.

"Hey, pal. Get back in the line, man. Let the kids get their ice cream first, or I'll kick you there myself. I've had enough of those morons like you." The ice cream maker was a big muscular guy. He truly meant what he said. Dean could see that when the veins in his neck started to swell up. And that was the moment that Dean chose to pull out his ID, while clearing his throat again.

"Is that so? So you do this very often then. Standing around with this van, selling ice cream like that? Do you have a permit for that?" The ice cream man blinked his eyes and Dean grinned when the woman behind him muttered some apology. Immediately the row dilute and some children began to sob and cry. The Ice cream seller started to get a little nervous, and Dean knew he had made the good choice bluffing like that.

"Hmm. Something tells me you don't have them, do you?" Dean pointed out evenly. The man gave a sigh.

"Ah come on, man. It's been a bad season for all of us. I just wanted to urn some extra money. Come on, man. Have a heart, will ya. Let me have a good day in selling this Ice cream. At least let me finish this row. And I promise I'll go away," begged the man now. Dean sighed and thought about it. This man was a good guy, Dean thought to himself. He hid his badge back in his pocket again, as he looked behind him to the thinning row. Then he sighed again and grinned softly at the man.

"Well, since I'm in a good mood. I think we could arrange something," Dean said finally. His smile made the ice cream vendor sigh in relieve.

"Sure, how many do you want?" the man said gladly.

…

And before Sam started to worry about his dump brother, making all the people angry at him, Dean came back to him and Cas, smiling from ear to ear. With a crate full of vanilla ice.

"Dean. You're so mean," Sam shook his head, frowning but finally began to chuckle when Dean shrugged.

"Why. We made a fair deal. I am not a bad cup, you know."

The angel groaned as he felt something cold touch his lips. He tried to pool himself away from it, but was getting too tired. His white color was now turned into a rosy glow of heat.

"Castiel. Say aah. My treat, buddy."

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A/N: Yeah! one chapter up again today! I feel like some fast animal, running though my own brain. Haha. Dean did a good job, collecting some vanilla ice cream! I wish i had a fake ID.

Please review me some more, people:D I like i like.

X Josie