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That awkward moment when you finally got over your two-year crush months ago after being friend-zoned twice and it suddenly returns at full force without warning and you end up bitching to Lucifer about your teenage problems. Yeah, I'm besties with Lucifer. And I have photographic proof. Luci's surprisingly good about teenage angst XD

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49. Sick

If Castiel hadn't previously been there, he might have said that his current situation was Hell. How did humans live with this?

"I know, it sucks," Dean said sympathetically to a sniffling, shivering Castiel, who was huddled in their blankets. "You just gotta put up with it and it'll go away in a few days."

"If I was –" Castiel paused to let out a huge sneeze and continued in his thick, congested voice. "If I was an angel, this would neber hab happened."

Castiel was relieved when Dean didn't quieten and look guilty about the ex-angel giving up his grace but his human's smirk sent a pulse of annoyance through him.

"Welcome to the real world, angel boy," Dean said. "Sucks to be like the rest of us mortal peasants, doesn't it?"

Castiel glared at Dean with his red-rimmed blue eyes and let out another sneeze.

"You are not helbing," he forced out. "I don't like you anybore."

The ex-angel turned on his side away from Dean, scowling. He struggled not to crack when he felt Dean's fingers wind through his black hair and begin to stroke it gently.

"I'll take care of you," Dean promised. "I used to do this all the time with Sammy when he was sick."

Castiel turned to face Dean and smiled.

"Thank you, Dean." He pushed his aching body up to kiss Dean on the cheek, careful not to catch his mouth and risk passing his infection on. He was honoured that Dean was going to care for him just like he had for young Sam!

"Just stay here, Cas. I'll go get some tomato rice soup on."

Castiel's smile widened at the fact that Dean was going to make him the special soup that Mary Winchester used to make him and he nodded and watched Dean leave the room.

And when Dean succumbed to the illness days later and lay in bed grumbling and groaning, well, Castiel just had to return the favour and nurse him back to health, didn't he? After all, what were lovers for?