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216. Complain

"Rise and shine, princess!" Dean said loudly, banging on the door. "Robbie's already up and dressed!"

"Don't feel well," Zoey groaned, pulling the covers over her head. Sighing, Dean crossed over to her bed and yanked her blanket down, making her yelp. "Dad!"

"Get up, Zoey. Or no pie for a week."

Zoey whimpered and tried to burrow back down under her covers. Dean reached out to try and pull her up gently but recoiled when he felt how dry and hot her skin was. Carefully placing a hand on her forehead, he winced at the heat radiating off it.

"Son of a bitch, you are sick," he muttered. Zoey made a pained sound of agreement. "Alright, you just stay in bed. Okay, princess? I'll bring some cool cloths to put on your head and I'll make you tomato rice soup. You can even have it here in bed."

"Will you put a flower on the tray?" Zoey croaked. Dean's heart melted immediately.

"Definitely. Just stay there."

Out in the main room, Cas was fixing Robbie's shirt and checking his lunch box to make sure that the kid hadn't snuck any extra candy inside.

"Where's Zoey?" Cas said.

"Roasting like a turkey," Dean replied with a grimace. "You alright to take Robbie to school? I gotta get Zoey some cloths to cool her down and start on her soup."

"Of course."

"No fair!" Robbie whined. "Zoey gets to stay home and I don't!"

"Zoey's sick," Cas said firmly. "And if you stay home, you could catch her illness. Now, come on. Or I'll have to ground you."

"But Papa!"

"Now, Robbie."

Dean left his stern husband and upset son to run some cloths under the kitchen tap. When he returned to Zoey's room and draped one across her forehead, the girl moaned loudly.

"Thank you, Dad," she said hoarsely. Dean winced at the sound.

"Your throat sore?"

Zoey nodded.

"Then don't talk. I'll leave the rest of the cloths here and go make your soup."

By the time the soup was nearly ready, Cas had returned from taking Robbie to school. He also had a box of lemonade popsicles in a plastic bag.

"Whenever we're sick, these help," he said. "I thought that they could help Zoey."

"I think she'll appreciate them," Dean said. "Soup's nearly ready if you wanna go find a flower to put on the tray. And grab the thermometer while you're at it."

Cas found a cute little blue flower outside and Dean carefully arranged the tray with the soup, glass of water and flower to make it look as neat as possible. He remembered all the times Sammy had been sick as a kid and he'd gone out of his way to pamper his little brother and he couldn't help a small grin from sliding across his face.

"She'll love it," Cas said, taking Dean's hand and kissing him softly. "You're a wonderful father, Dean."

Dean's grin just widened and all he could do was kiss Cas back before picking up the tray and heading for his sick daughter's room.