Dean woke up to sniffling and coughing. "Sammy? Is that you?" But then he saw the short, raven haired angel on the other bed. "Cas? Are you alright?" "I-I don't know, I feel terrible." Dean got up and put his hand to his forehead. "Cas, you're burning up. Hold on, I'll go get the thermometer." He left and came back with it. "Open up." "Why?" "Just trust me" dean got behind the angel put the thermometer into his mouth, and pushed it shut. Cas was fighting it, not sure what was going on. But when it beeped, he took it out. "See? Not that bad." He looked at his temperature. "God cas, 103.5. That's one hell of a fever." Dean went and grabbed a bucket from the kitchen, "if you need to throw up, use this. Ok?" "If I need to what?" "It's like the opposite of eating instead of food going down, it comes back up." "Does it hurt?" "Nah, but it sure as hell doesn't feel pleasant." Not more that a second later, cas threw up. He managed to get most of it into the bucket, but some got on his clothes. He was dry heaving, unable to control his breath. Dean came behind him, and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him back a bit. "Shhh, it's going to be ok. Getting sick sucks. It'll only last a couple of days. I promise." Dean got out from under him, and undid cas's shirt. "Dean, what are you doing?" "Well you sure as hell can't stay in this shirt." Cas was sweating. A lot. So dean helped cas into a new shirt, and went into the bathroom and got a cool wet washcloth. "Lie back" "why?" "This will help your fever to cool you down a little bit" so cas did as he was told. Dean carefully folded send placed the wash cloth on the angel's forehead. "I'm going to go get something that will settle your stomach" he left for the kitchen and returned with saltines and a ginger ale. He opened the can and helped cas sit up. "Here, take a sip. Just a little. That's enough. Too much will cause you to throw up again. Eat a cracker." Cas did. Cas was shivering. So dean got behind cas, And gently pulled cad down, so his head was on the hunter's chest. He wrapped his arms around the angel protectively. "Try to get some sleep cas. The three best things for flu's: stay hydrated, stay rested, and don't eat anything." It was Obvious that cas wasn't going to go to sleep. "Carry on my wayward son, there will be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest. Don't you cry no more" dean sang softly. Soon enough, the sniffles became a deep snore. He ran his fingers through the raven hair. Massaging his scalp. "Feel better cas" dean stayed before he dozed off to sleep.