Author's Note: For anyone expecting it to be longer, I'm sorry. This was a really really mini-fic that I did just because. :) On the upside, shameless sick fluff. Enjoy my lovelies!
Dean coughed miserably and curled into a ball on his bed. His stomach hurt and he wanted to throw up. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he took in a shaky breath. "Cas…" He groaned out.
Castiel ran a hand along his hunter's pale face and sighed. He hated seeing Dean like this. "What do you need?" The words left his mouth in such a way that anyone standing there would know, Cas was prepared to do anything Dean asked for in that moment. He was prepared to do anything Dean asked of him period. "I can get you something light to eat." He suggested.
The hunter gripped Cas's hand, leaning up slowly in bed, bile churning in his stomach. He felt like he was about to puke and the thought of food makes it worse. "No." He said, barely shaking his head. "Not food." The prospect of eating is not a pleasant one. Cas simply nodded at the statement and carefully climbed into the bed with Dean, pulling the covers up over them both. He wrapped his arms gently around him and breathed soothingly into the tiny, sensitive hairs on the back of his neck. He can feel the muscles in his body relax at his touch and he smiles sadly.
"Okay Dean. Anything you want." He ran his fingers through the man's blonde hair to calm him and sighed contentedly as Dean melted against him. He wished he had his grace still so he could just heal the man. It was paining him to watch this. But Dean's next words caused him to smile slightly despite himself.
"I just want you," he mumbled before falling asleep in his angel's arms.