He always woke up forty five minutes before their alarm. It gave him time to shower and sort out what he wanted to do with their days off so that way when she asked him what he wanted to do that day when they went out to breakfast, he'd have an answer, which would avoid the irritated eye roll that he was on the receiving end of whenever he responded with: "I dunno, whatever you want to do is fine." That only worked for him once every couple weeks, and he liked to save those for his really unoriginal days. What he wasn't expecting, though, was for her to rush into the bathroom halfway through his shower and empty her stomach contents into the toilet.

"Babe?" He asked, pulling the curtain back and poking his 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner covered head out. "You okay?"

"No." She groaned before coughing up more vomit. It was now that he was grateful that the shower was close to the toilet so he could reach out and hold her hair back for her. "Thank you."

"You done?"

"I hope."

"Go get in bed, I'll finish my shower and then I'll go heat up some soup." She nodded and he pulled the curtain closed as she began to brush her teeth and he washed the soap out of his hair. "Do I need to shave?" He asked over the water and she hummed.

"A little stubble isn't going to kill me, Dean." She called back as she left the bathroom and climbed back into bed.

When he walked out of the bathroom, she was fast asleep and he smiled to himself, but frowned when he noticed how pale she was.

"I know what we're doing today." He mumbled aloud to himself as he dried off and pulled on some briefs and a pair of jeans before walking back into the bathroom and grabbing the forehead thermometer from the medicine cabinet before he walked back out to sit on her side of the bed. Grasping her chin gently, he held her head still while he slid the thermometer gently across her forehead, forcing a whine out of the Bella.

"It's okay, baby, just taking your temp."

"Is it bad?" She mumbled and he sighed.

"Ninety nine point nine. But it's okay, because I'm gonna take care of you, Casey." He assured, pressing a kiss to her forehead with a reassuring smile. "Just rest. I'm gonna go make some soup, you lay here and be beautiful." She nodded and he pushed her hair back before standing and heading out to the kitchen, leaving the thermometer on the bedside table beside her phone.

"There's no fucking soup? You'd think that we'd have canned food, here." He spoke to himself, a bit pissed off that he'd have to leave her home alone to get the soup. When he turned to head back to the bedroom, she was walking passed the kitchen to the living room, wrapped up in the duvet from their bedroom. "What are you doing?"

"I wanted to watch TV." She murmured, looking down at the carpet. "I can go lay back down, I guess."

"No, no, you're fine. I was just a bit off guard. I'm gonna have to run to the store to get soup, is there a specific brand that you'd like?"

"Progresso. Can you pick up a movie, too?" She asked as she made herself comfortable on the couch, not thinking to grab the remote from the entertainment center before getting comfortable.

"Any particular kind of movie?"

"Can you see if they have Mulan?"

"I'll definitely check. That it?"

"I'll text you if I think of something." She assured as he made his way to the bedroom to finish getting dressed.

"Alright, so I've gotta get Progresso, Mulan, orange juice, and whatever you can think of while I'm out?" He asked and she nodded.

"Can you bring me the remote? I got comfortable and then I just-"

"No problem." He did as she asked and kissed her forehead before handing her the remote. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"I'll be back as soon as I can. Eat those saltines, babe."

"I will."

He carried the little red hand basket around the store, having already picked up the soup. He made his way to electronics and was staring down all the Disney movies in search of what his girlfriend wanted.

"Where the fuck is Mulan?" He asked himself just as an associate walked by and tapped the case for him. "Thanks, man."

"Not a problem, sir." Dean then made his way to the juice isle and picked up the pulp free orange juice that she liked and a bottle of orange juice with pulp because she wasn't the only person that lived there. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out and read the text from Casey.

'Can you get beauty and the beast too?' He sighed and replied with a simple "yeah" before making his way back across the store to electronics and found himself staring down the Disney movies again.

"Beauty and the Beast." He mumbled to himself and the same employee tapped the case he was looking for. "Thanks, man."

"Not a problem." Dean made his way to the check out when he got another text.

'Can you get ice cream?'

'Honey, you're sick.'

'Fuck :'( ' But he headed down to the ice cream section anyways, and spotted the chocolate and banana bomb pops that he knew she liked.

"These are Popsicles, totally not ice cream." He assured himself as he set them in the basket as he got yet another text.

'Can you get Hercules too?'

'Sure thing babe.' He replied with a sigh before making his way back to electronics and staring down the Disney movies.

"What is it this time?" That same employee asked.

"Hercules." Dean mumbled and the employee handed him the DVD. "Thanks man."

"Not a problem." His phone vibrated again and he pulled it out, expecting another request that would send him to the other side of the store but was pleasantly surprised when he read through the text.

'Thank you.' He took a picture of the contents of his basket and sent them to her with a "you're welcome" and wasn't at all surprised when he got a notification saying that CaseyBella mentioned him in a tweet as he hit the check stands and set the basket on the conveyor belt.

"Oh my, you're Dean Ambrose. Are you shopping for your daughter?" The cashier, a guy who looked to be in his twenties asked and Dean shook his head with a smirk.

"Girlfriend. She's sick and we were out of soup." He explained, sliding his credit card and signing the pad. "You have a nice day." He called as he carried his bags away.

Once in his car, he checked Casey's twitter and saw that she tweeted the picture he sent her.

' CaseyBella: TheDeanAmbrose knows how to take care of a sick girlfriend! I'd kiss him when he gets back, but I'm sick. :(' He smiled and replied with what he knew should make her laugh before he started his car and began the drive home.

' TheDeanAmbrose: CaseyBella we can just high five.' A grin spread across her face and she retweeted the tweet before returning her attention to Tom and Jerry.

"Home." He alerted her and she waved as he walked through the door. "These are yours, m'lady." He handed her the three movies and she grinned. "I couldn't get ice cream, because you're sick and dairy would only make it worse, but I did get those chocolate and banana Popsicle things that I know you like."

"You're so great."

"I know. I'm going to take my shirt off, and then I'm going to check your temp, and then I'll put a movie on for you while I make your soup."

"I'm okay with every single step of that plan."

"I know you are." He smirked as he took his shirt off and tossed it at her.

"Such an ass."

"I thought I was great?"

"You're a great ass."

"But you've got a great ass." He called as he went back to their bedroom for the thermometer and heard her struggling with the packaging to one of the movies as he came back.

"I feel so weak, Dean." She murmured and he handed her his pocketknife before checking his temperature.

"Damn, your temp went up."

"What is it, now?" She mumbled as she cut the plastic for Mulan.

"One hundred and a half." She frowned as he removed the movie and his knife from her hands and he kissed her forehead. "Don't frown, babe, you'll get better." He assured, heading over to the blu-ray player and setting the disc in before she changed the TV channel and he tossed the remote for the blu-ray player beside her on the couch before going to make her soup.

By the end of the day, she was only feeling better in spirit. Bodily, she still felt like shit, but knowing that Dean was right beside her and willing to take care of her made her feel a lot better.

Even if he did fall asleep during the third run of Mulan.