Illegitimi non carborundum 4/?
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As soon as Dean had left the room Sam sat down on the second bed and put his head in his arms. He was so tired... And tipsy. He too hadn't eaten anything since yesterday and he knew he always had problems with alcohol on an empty stomach. Why had he taken those two swigs of whiskey? "Because otherwise I'd have noticed you just wanna get me drunk to spill my guts!" he heard his brother's voice in his mind. With a groan he lifted his head again and studied Castiel. The Angel was still lying on the other bed as they had dropped him earlyer, one foot on the ground the rest of the body draped breadth-wise across the mattress.
First of all he had to call Bobby. Then he should check the Angel. Afterwards there would be time to cope with his blood alcohol value and inappropriate thoughts. He pulled the phone out of one of his pockets and eyed it wearily. What was he going to tell Bobby. What did they actually know? Sam sighed and rubbed his temples. Damn, now he was getting a headache, too.
~*~
After a mutually unsatisfying call, Sam got a wet washcloth and wiped the sweat off Castiel's face. The Angel was burning up. His clothes were soaked, even the coat had gotten wet. He had to strip him down - that was wrong on so many levels... It proved much more difficult than Sam had thought. Especially Castiel trademark trench coat was a nasty bit of work and after the Angel was down to his boxers, Sam too was sweating. He decided to take off his flannel and stay in just a t-shirt when all of a sudden Castiel opened his eyes and looked at him distraught before asking in an accusing voice: "Care to tell me why I am naked and you are just getting undressed?"
"I can explain... First of all: you are not naked. And second: you've got a high fever that we really need to get down..."
The other man interrupted the younger Winchester rudely: "I don't have no fever. Thank god I know you are banging that demon chick otherwise I would be worried."
Sam was shocked. Castiel knew...?
"Hey, don't act like this comes as a surprise. The Angel might be a teeny-tiny bit naive but I surely ain't."
"You are not Cas?" The other man sighed heavily. "Look. I know you guys can be slow at times. I already told you, I am Jimmy. And dammit, but I'm already starving again."
~*~
"Apparently having an Angel inside of oneself burns a lot of calories..." Jimmy mumbeled while checking the empty kitchen shelves for food.
Very unappropriate pictures poppt into Sam's head and the younger Winchester groaned in frustration. "Get your mind out of the gutter!", he heard Dean's voice inside his head, "And make sure he doesn't stuff his face again." Yeah, right... "Jimmy, look, I don't think it would be such a great idea to eat something right now...", Sam said and closed the fridge the other man was currently inspecting.
"But I'm starving!" Jimmy tried his luck under the sink but found only a disgusting pair of huge bugs. Quickly he closed the cupboard again and turned to Sam.
"I know you are hungry. I can even hear your stomach rumble."
"So what's the matter? The Angel afraid I'm getting fat?"
"No, but right now Castiel... can't hold his food."
Jimmy looked at him in utter astonishment. "You mean, he was sick?"
Sam nodded. "In the parking lot and quite a few times in the car. Puking his guts out... That truly was no pretty sight... or smell. And I really want to avoid a second round."
The other man nodded still shocked and sat down on the nearest bed. "That explains why I don't feel so well myself..."
Sam raised his head in alarm. "What do you mean?"
"I'm not going to be sick, relax. I'm just really beat. Much more than I should. And kind of weak in the knees."
~*~
Dean chose that moment to return to the motel room and Sam was grateful because as odd as talking to an Angel felt he somehow had become accustomed to it. But talking to the vessel while the Angel was... unconscious felt even weirder. It took the younger Winchester a few moments to understand why his brother was shooting them irritated looks.
"He was soaked... and after getting rid of his clothes I was..."
Dean shaking his head interrupted Sam's rambling. "Dude, too much information. Just... give Jimmy one of my tees, 'kay?"
Although the younger Winchester chose one of Deans shorter T-shirts Jimmy was of much slimmer build and ended up looking like being in his pyjamas. In the meantime Dean had started unpacking the bag filled with his purchases. Both Sam and Jimmy joined him to take a look at what the other man had bought.
"Tylenol, Ibuprofen, Antibiotics... Dean, do you know anything about Castiel I don't know?" the younger hunter asked while eying the various drugs unbelieving. "And what's that? You bought whey and porridge?! What the fuck?" He saw a tinge of red creeping up his brother's cheeks.
"It's easy to digest and... I thought Jimmy's hungry and Cas's sick so... I really don't wanna clean puke from the carpet all night."
While Sam was still dumbstruck Jimmy just grabbed the food and gave Dean a grateful nod. "Thanks. I'm so hungry I'll even try this stuff although I'd prefer burger and fries..."
"Sorry dude, I still have the baggie with your last meal in it somewhere in the car. Care to take a look?" As Jimmy quickly shook his head in disgust Dean noticed what he had just said. "Oh, fuck! I think I'll gonna buy a bunch of Febreeze..."
Chapter 5