SPN Fic: Angel-Bird Flu (schmoop bingo)
Title: Angel-Bird Flu
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean & Castiel, mention of Sam
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 478
Warnings: falling!Castiel, schmoop
Summary: Castiel is a terrible patient and makes things worse for himself, but it's alright because Dean's there
Written for the "holiday - one person sick" square of my schmoop bingo card.
Author's Notes: This is set sometime in the midst of S5, but I don't really have a firm idea of where mainly because I've only seen bits and pieces of that season (slowly getting caught up though)
Unbetaed.
"This isn't funny Dean" Castiel said in annoyance and maybe it would be less funny if Castiel didn't have a slight green tinge to him or if he didn't look a bit cross-eyed as he glared across the motel room. But as far as Dean was concerned, it was just shy of hilarious. Only reason it wasn't full on was the twinge of guilt he felt when he remembered /why/ the angel was even sick in the first place, because he was falling.
"So what, is this like the angel flu or something? Or do angels get the bird flu?" he asked with a laugh, shaking off those heavy thoughts.
The glare became more heated but no less cross-eyed. "Angels are not birds"
"Man you turn into a bigger bitch then Sammy when you're sick". Dean walked towards the bed, holding a bottle of OJ to see if Castiel could keep it down, laughing as the angel tried to kick his leg in annoyance. But the sudden movement made him turn greener, his eyes squeezing shut as he pressed his clenched fist against his mouth. "Whoa whoa, that wasn't smart" he said as he sat down besides Castiel on the bed, leaving the bottle on the table between the two beds, hesitating before sliding an arm around his shoulders.
"No it wasn't" Castiel agreed, sounding miserable as he lowered his hand. He twisted a little, arm raised as if he was planning on trying to hug him back. But he let out a small whimper and groped for the bucket that Sam had left for him, luckily seeming to calm his stomach down before he needed it. "I hate this" he complained, "Sickness. Why would my Father design such a thing to take humans down? Angels and demons don't get sick. It's stupid"
Holding back more laughter, but unable to stop his smile he squeezes Castiel's shoulders a bit tighter for a moment. "It's alright, just take it easy. I'm here to take care of you after all right?"
"Because that makes me feel better"
"Hey! Not nice, I practically raised Sam after all didn't I?"
Castiel nodded carefully, turning over slowly as he rested his cheek against Dean's shoulder and his arm lay like a dead weight across Dean's stomach while his hip dug into his side. Dean heard the angel's breathing steady out as he fell asleep and he knew if he didn't move him, it wouldn't take long for his arm and leg to go numb. But he knows how hard it had been to fall asleep when he had been as sick as Castiel seemed to be.
So he just awkwardly twists, careful to not wake the other up, and pressed a kiss to Castiel's forehead. "Happy Valentine's Day you pissy featherhead" he said affectionately.
Castiel's only answer was to snore in his ear.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean & Castiel, mention of Sam
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 478
Warnings: falling!Castiel, schmoop
Summary: Castiel is a terrible patient and makes things worse for himself, but it's alright because Dean's there
Written for the "holiday - one person sick" square of my schmoop bingo card.
Author's Notes: This is set sometime in the midst of S5, but I don't really have a firm idea of where mainly because I've only seen bits and pieces of that season (slowly getting caught up though)
Unbetaed.
"This isn't funny Dean" Castiel said in annoyance and maybe it would be less funny if Castiel didn't have a slight green tinge to him or if he didn't look a bit cross-eyed as he glared across the motel room. But as far as Dean was concerned, it was just shy of hilarious. Only reason it wasn't full on was the twinge of guilt he felt when he remembered /why/ the angel was even sick in the first place, because he was falling.
"So what, is this like the angel flu or something? Or do angels get the bird flu?" he asked with a laugh, shaking off those heavy thoughts.
The glare became more heated but no less cross-eyed. "Angels are not birds"
"Man you turn into a bigger bitch then Sammy when you're sick". Dean walked towards the bed, holding a bottle of OJ to see if Castiel could keep it down, laughing as the angel tried to kick his leg in annoyance. But the sudden movement made him turn greener, his eyes squeezing shut as he pressed his clenched fist against his mouth. "Whoa whoa, that wasn't smart" he said as he sat down besides Castiel on the bed, leaving the bottle on the table between the two beds, hesitating before sliding an arm around his shoulders.
"No it wasn't" Castiel agreed, sounding miserable as he lowered his hand. He twisted a little, arm raised as if he was planning on trying to hug him back. But he let out a small whimper and groped for the bucket that Sam had left for him, luckily seeming to calm his stomach down before he needed it. "I hate this" he complained, "Sickness. Why would my Father design such a thing to take humans down? Angels and demons don't get sick. It's stupid"
Holding back more laughter, but unable to stop his smile he squeezes Castiel's shoulders a bit tighter for a moment. "It's alright, just take it easy. I'm here to take care of you after all right?"
"Because that makes me feel better"
"Hey! Not nice, I practically raised Sam after all didn't I?"
Castiel nodded carefully, turning over slowly as he rested his cheek against Dean's shoulder and his arm lay like a dead weight across Dean's stomach while his hip dug into his side. Dean heard the angel's breathing steady out as he fell asleep and he knew if he didn't move him, it wouldn't take long for his arm and leg to go numb. But he knows how hard it had been to fall asleep when he had been as sick as Castiel seemed to be.
So he just awkwardly twists, careful to not wake the other up, and pressed a kiss to Castiel's forehead. "Happy Valentine's Day you pissy featherhead" he said affectionately.
Castiel's only answer was to snore in his ear.