The Novak Family - 3/?
Summary and Master Post
Chapter Three
Dean called Castiel Wednesday night to confirm a date for Friday night. Thursday morning Castiel awoke with slight sniffles and chills. He prayed to any deity that would listen that he hadn't caught a cold from standing in the rain. Dosing up on cold meds, Castiel continued on with his day. That night he felt a little better and decided against taking the night time dosage of cold meds.
Friday morning, Castiel was miserable. His nose was stuffed up, his throat burned, his body ached and his head was pounding. Chills racked his body as he rolled himseld out of bed and trudged to the bathroom. As he looked into the mirror, Castiel grimaced at his reflection. His face was pale and clammy accept for his cheeks which burned red with fever.
Blinking slowly to clear the fog from his mind, Castiel reached for the cold medicine he'd left resting on the counter top. After popping two pills, he force his feet to move and began to get ready for the day. By the time Castiel had managed to piece himself together for the day, he was running late. On top of that, his head was spinning and he'd forgotten his car was still n the shop.
Gabriel sat waiting for him at the kitchen table. His older brother's eyebrows shot to his hairline as Castiel shuffled into the kitchen. “Whoa, baby bro! Rough night?”
Castiel spared his brother a glare. “I need a ride to work.” It was the first time he'd spoke all morning and he was surprised at the even gruffer tone of his voice.
“I think you need to go back to bed.” Gabriel reiterated gently.
“Gabriel, I have to go to work. Will you please take me?”
The brothers had a stare off before Gabriel finally relented with a heavy sigh. “Fine, I'll take you, you stubborn ass.”
The ride to the library was quiet and tense. Castiel felt like death warmed up and would have loved to stay home in bed. But his assistant wasn't due in until noon, and she had worked the late shift the night before. Castiel had his eyes closed and head resting on the window of the car when they pulled into the parking lot.
“Hey, who's the Sasquatch?” Gabriel asked, intrigue staining his voice.
Forcing his head up and his eyes open, Castiel was surprised (and not surprised) to find Sam Winchester waiting outside of the library doors. He knew the man was working on his law degree and he was in there almost every day studying past cases or researching. He was aware that Gabriel was staring at him with curious eyes. Of course Gabriel would be interested in the giant of a man... not that he knew if Sam was gay or not. “That's Sam Winchester, he's Dean's brother. He's in law school and he spends all his free time at the library.”
“Mmm, hot!” Gabriel exclaimed. Castiel shot him an impatient glare. “What? You can have a Winchester, but I can't?”
“I don't 'have' a Winchester. Dean and I haven't even been on a date.”
“Psh! I've seen the way he looks at you. You SO have a Winchester.”
Castiel rolled his eyes, despite the giddy feeling he felt at Gabriel's words. Did Dean really look at him in a certain way? He shook the thoughts from his head as he reached for the door handle. “That's besides the point. Just because Dean likes men, doesn't mean that Sam does. Also, Dean is very protective of Sam.”
“Yeah, yeah whatever.” Gabriel waved his handed flippantly, before leaning across the seat. “And if Deano wants to play big brother, I can give him a run for his money.”
“Gabriel...” Castiel started with a warning in his voice.
His brother shot him a big smile. “Bye bye, Cassie, have a good day at work!” And then he grabbed the door and shut it.
Shaking his head, Castiel turned to find Sam watching him curiously. As he walked forward to unlock the door, Castiel greeted the other man. “Good morning, Sam.”
Sam couldn't fight the grimace at Castiel's voice and Castiel was sure his face reflected the other man's. “Hey, Cas, you feeling okay?”
Finally getting the door unlocked, Castiel pushed the door open to allow himself and Sam inside. He shrugged. “I may be coming down with a cold, but it's nothing serious. Thank you for your concern.”
Sam nodded and made his way to his usual table. Castiel slunk behind the front desk and flopped into his chair. He looked at the piles of returns behind the desk and forced himself to stifle a sigh. He was really going to have to have a word with Becky about slacking off her work duties to read and write fanfiction.
As the morning drug on, Castiel began to feel worse. His head was spinning almost constantly and he'd broken out in a cold sweat. His entire body ached and each time he coughed, he felt as if it caused bodily harm. The small trash can under the desk was filling up with tissues, and yet he still felt as if someone had stuffed his head with cotton.
As people bustled about the library, Castiel resorted to lying his head on the cool surface of the desk. He didn't hear the person approaching until a voice had cleared above him. He looked up to find the amused and sympathetic smile of his brother, Lucifer. “Hey there, brother... looking a little worse for wear.”
Castiel rolled his eyes and stood. Everything went black. In the next moment, he found himself opening his eyes to a view of the ceiling and Lucifer's concerned face hovering over him. It took him a moment to realize he was on the floor.
Lucifer slowly helped him sit up. “Alright, baby brother, I think it's time for you to go to the doctor.”
Brushing his brother's hands away, Castiel glared. “I'm not a baby, Lucifer. And I don't need to go to the doctor.”
Lucifer returned with his own glare. “You may not be a baby, but you sure as hell are acting like one!” He then pulled Castiel roughly from the floor. “Now, come on, Becky's here. She can handle the place for the rest of the day. You on the other hand can't.”
“I'm fine, Lucifer.” He mumbled trying to pull away.
“Castiel, you just fell out in the floor. You're pale as a ghost, you're shaking and you sound like you gargled nails this morning! You need to see a doctor before this develops into pneumonia!”
Becky was short, he barely noticed her standing next to him until she touched his arm. “Go home and get better, Cas. I can handle things.”
After a moment's pause, he nodded. He really did feeling like he was dying. He grabbed his coat and then allowed his older brother to usher him out to his car. He grimaced at the thought of riding in the tiny sports car with his speed demon brother. He hoped the older man would keep his spinning head in mind before he put the proverbial “pedal to the metal.”
One moment he was at the library and the next they were pulling into the doctor's office. He didn't even remember closing his eyes. Lucifer was already on his side of the car and opening the door. He felt like a child having his brother take him to the doctor. He quietly reassured himself that if he had his car he wouldn't need his brother to take him to the doctor. It had nothing to do with the wild spinning in his head or the aching in his body.
After what felt like hours later, Lucifer and Castiel were finally home. He'd diagnosed fairly quickly with the flu. He was told to go home, take a warm shower and to stay in bed for the entire weekend. There went his date with Dean. Armed with at least three different prescription meds, Castiel trudged up the stairs. Within thirty minutes, he'd taken his shower, downed all three pills and was cuddled into his bed with at least two extra blankets.
Both Lucifer and Gabriel were standing in his room. “Gabriel is going to take Abby to Mike and Anna's place.” Lucifer informed him. “With her recent asthma flair up, the flu is the last thing she needs.” Castiel was vaguely aware of nodding. Wow, those meds worked fast. “I'll be here. Just text or ring this bell if you need me.” He rang the bell for emphasis, causing Castiel to wince as his head pound.
Gabriel then leaned over and tucked Castiel into bed jokingly with a big grin on his face. “Now, you be good for Lucifer, and you better stay in this bed mister!”
Castiel rolled his eyes as Lucifer snorted. “Yes, Mom.” Gabriel smirked and then pressed a big, sloppy kiss to Castiel's forehead. Grimacing, Castiel waved his brothers away. “Go away. Let me sleepy.”
Both brothers chuckled as they left the room, gently shutting the door. Castiel grabbed his phone and quickly texted Dean, letting him know that he was sick and he had to cancel their date. As he drifted off to sleep, Castiel was vaguely aware of Dean's reply vibrating through his phone.
Dean stared at his phone, trying to ignore the disappointment that was seeping through him. While it sucked that their date was cancelled, he did hope that Cas got better soon. It didn't come completely as a shock. Sam had told him early that Cas had been late getting to work that morning and he'd basically looked like death warmed up.
Sitting there with too much time on his hands was something Dean was never good at handling. He also needed to take Cas his car. Making up his mind, Dean ran into the kitchen and start pulling out ingredients. His mom had always made him tomato-rice soup when he was sick, so he would do the same for Cas.
Within an hour, Dean had the soup made and in a travel container. Along with a few of his other “sick essentials,” Dean loaded everything into Baby and made the short drive to Bobby's shop. Parking his beloved Impala in a place he knew it would be safe, he wrote Bobby a note telling him that he was taking the car to it's owner and he would send Sam to pick up the Impala.
Climbing into the old BMW, Dean started the engine and listened to it purr. Now that was how it was supposed to sound. While fixing the motor, Dean had been slightly appalled at the shape it was in an found it no surprise that the old car refused to start. It was now good as new and running smooth. Lost in his thoughts, Dean found himself pulling up at Castiel's house sooner than he expected.
Balancing the soup in one hand and his “get better” supplies in the other, Dean walked to the door and knocked. The door opened to reveal a very puzzled Abby. “Hi, Dean.” She said before pausing momentarily. “Didn't Cas tell you he was sick?”
“Uh, yeah he did, but I had to bring his car back to him and I thought I'd bring him some soup and say hi.” He could feel the heat rising in his face as he mumbled out an explanation.
Abby smiled. “Oh ok, well come in then! Gabriel and I are about to leave. I can't be in the house while Cas has the flu.” Dean nodded in understanding as she led him into the kitchen and showed him where he could store the soup until Castiel was awake. She then turned to smile at him. “But Lucifer will be here, although, I'll bet he'll be relieved to have some help looking after Cas while he's sick. Lucifer isn't what you would call the nurturing type.”
Dean couldn't suppress the snort that came out at that statement. No, he wouldn't figure a guy named “Lucifer” would be a very nurturing. The name itself just gave him the creeps and a part of him wished the guy would go with Gabriel and Abby.
“Castiel's room is upstairs. Come on, I'll show you.” And then she turned to lead him up the stairs before he had time to reply.
“So, have you found a new school yet?” Dean asked as a thought occurred to him.
Abby turned to look at him with a frustrated sigh. “No, not really.”
“Well, have you tried Oak Park and River Forest High School? I mean, I know you were looking for a private school, but their academics are great and so are the kids and faculty. My friend Chuck is the principal and while he's a little nervous, he's a great guy. And if you're into computers, my friend Charlie is the computer instructor and not only is she fun, she can teach you anything. I know a lot of private school kids have transferred there.” He smiled. “Just give it a thought, you might enjoy it.”
She returned his smile and nodded. “I'll do that. Thanks, Dean.” She then pointed to the only closed door. “That's Cas's room. He was asleep last I heard. Apparently, the meds the doctor gave him were pretty powerful.” Gabriel called for Abby downstairs. “Well, I better get out of here. I'll let Lucifer know that you're here.” She waved as she walked downstairs. “Bye!”
Dean waved before taking a deep breath and turning to face the closed door before him. He quietly eased the door open. He stopped at the sight of a figure huddled beneath layers of blankets in the middle of huge king size bed. He smiled when he saw a tuft of wild, dark hair peeking from the top of the blankets.
Smiling, he walked to the other side of the bed that Cas was facing. The other man had the covers pulled up just under his nose and his face was fixed into a pout. Dean couldn't help but think it was pretty damn adorable. He knelt down to where he was face level and reached to tap Castiel on the shoulder. “Cas.” He said in a whisper. Cas mumbled in his sleep but didn't wake up. “Caasss.” He tried more persistently as he poked the other man in the nose.
Shocking blue eyes opened to pin Dean with a glare before they widened in surprise. “Dean!” His voice was rough from sleep and possibly from his illness. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to check on you, and I brought you some soup... and your car.” Dean could feel the heat rising in his face again.
Cas smiled. “Thank you, Dean, that was really thoughtful.” He then shuffled sideways in the bed. “You can sit... I mean, that is, if you'd like to.” Red began to creep slowly into Castiel's face making Dean smile.
He kicked off his boots and then climbed onto the bed next to him. “So, how are you feeling? I mean, are you feeling any better?”
One narrow shoulder rose and fell. “I don't feel as near to death as I did, but I still feel as if I've been hit by a Mack truck.”
Dean gave the man a sympathetic look. “Dude, that sucks. Well, if you feel up to it, I brought you some tomato-rice soup.” He then looked down at his lap. “My, uh, my mom used to make it for me when I was sick.”
Castiel touched his shoulder lightly, and Dean looked up to find him smiling again. “That would be nice. Thank you.”
Nodding, Dean scrambled out of the bed. “You're welcome. I'll, uh, I'll be right back.”
After shutting the door quietly, Dean took a deep breath. What the hell was wrong with him? He was acting like some virgin teenager. He really liked Cas and he was making a fool of himself. He just could get a grasp on how he felt around him.
Taking the steps two at a time, Dean rounded the corner to the kitchen and came face to face with Lucifer. “Sonofa-! Geez dude!” He put his hand on his heart. “What are you lurking around corners like that?”
Lucifer raised his eyebrow with a smirk. “I was unaware that I was lurking. I mean, this is my house, if I wanted to lurk around the corners I could. Not that I was.”
Dean just looked at the guy. He was kind of strange. He cleared his throat. “Um, well, I was just going to fix Cas some of this soup I brought. If you're hungry, there's plenty.”
Instead of answer, the dude just looked at him strangely. Ooook, Dean thought as he pulled the container from the fridge. He turned around and the guy was literally right behind him. “So, Dean... what are your intentions towards my brother?”
Sputtering at the question, Dean looked at the man with wide eyes. “My intentions? Well, I had intended on going on a date tonight but now I'm going to take care of him while he's sick.”
Lucifer's eyes narrowed. “But why? You've only just met him. I mean, the two of you haven't even been on a date yet.”
With a heavy sigh, Dean set the soup container down. “Look, I get that you're only looking out for Cas but I really like him. I'm not just looking to get into his pants or anything like that. I seriously and geuninely like the guy. Is that so hard to believe?”
Lucifer relaxed. “No, it's not... it's just that Cas hasn't had great relationships in the past and we tend to look out for him.”
“Like I said, I get that. I have a younger brother too. That's why you can trust me when I say that I have no intention to treat him badly.”
Nodding, Lucifer accepted his explanation. “Right, well I'm glad to hear it.” He then backed away. “I'll let you get to warming up that soup. Pots are in the bottom left cabinet by the stove and bowls are in the top to the right of the sink.” He then left Dean standing dumbfounded in the kitchen.
Shaking his head, Dean grabbed a pot and a couple of bowls and warmed up the soup. Within 10 minutes, Dean had the soup warm and served, and he was carefully carrying a tray up the stairs. After some careful maneuvering, he was able to get the bedroom door open. He wasn't shocked to find that Castiel had fallen back to sleep. But not before he had time to turn on the TV. Dean chuckled as he recognized Star Trek re-runs on the screen.
Setting the tray on the bedside table, Dean perched on the edge of the bed and gently shook Cas awake. Castiel's eyes opened wide and he looked around in alarm before relaxing at the sight of Dean. His meds must be really powerful, Dean thought with a chuckle.
“Hey, you ready to try to eat some soup?”
Sitting up. Cas nodded. “Yes, I believe it would be best to at least try.”
Once Castiel had situated himself into a comfortable sitting position, Dean set the tray of food on his lap. He then climbed up beside him and grabbed one of the bowls from the tray. “So, you a Trekky?”
Castiel blushed slightly. “It's a guilty pleasure.”
“Hey, I'm not knocking it. I find myself watching the show quite often. That and Dr. Sexy M.D.”
Castiel snorted into his soup and then to look at Dean with a smile. “You do not?!”
Dean laughed. “Hey, there's nothing wrong with a man enjoying the occasional hospital drama.”
Chuckling slightly, Cas shook his head. “Gabriel will be glad hear that there is finally someone else he knows who enjoys the show.”
Dean bumped his shoulder against Castiel's gently for snagging the remote and switching the channel to a station he knew was playing Dr. Sexy. Castiel gave a mock groan. “Hey, hey! Don't knock it 'til you've tried.”
Castiel's laughter was interrupted by a small coughing spell, but once he'd recovered, he looked at Dean through thick lashes, and Dean's stomach jumped at the sight of his blue eyes sparkling. “Is Dr. Sexy your man crush, Dean?” He asked with a slight smile tilting his mouth.
Laughing out at the question, Dean shook his head. “No, Dr. Sexy isn't really my type... although; the boots are kind of sexy.” He then looked Cas in the eyes. “The only man crush I have is you.”
Red flushed Castiel's cheeks as he looked down into his bowl of soup shyly. Dean found it adorable and couldn't remember a time he'd been this taken by someone. He smiled as he watched Cas quietly sip his soup.
“This soup is very delicious, Dean. Thank you for bringing it.”
“No problem, Cas. I just hope it makes you feel better like it always did me.” The two shared another smile and then ate in comfortable silence while watching Dr. Sexy. Once they’d both finished eating, Dean set the tray and bowls on the bedside table and the two settled in next to one another to watch the show. Dean even felt confident enough to put his arm around Cas and felt a rush of excitement when Cas snuggled into his side.
Looking up from his place in Dean’s side, Cas gave Dean another tired smile. “I have to say, this is the best first date I’ve ever had.” His voice was rough from illness and sleep.
As Cas drifted off, Dean pulled him closer to his side. “Glad to hear it, Cas.” And then he felt himself drifting off.
Unfortunately for them both, their peaceful slumber did not last long. A couple of hours later, their food had settled and Castiel’s fever decided to spike. The dark haired man found himself jacking-knifing in bed before quickly scrambling out to rush to the bathroom. Within seconds, he found himself face to face with the soup he’d previously consumed. As groaned into the toilet, he was oblivious to the footsteps approaching behind him until he felt a soft touch against his back.
Another wave of nausea hit him and as he heaved his guts into the porcelain bowl, he couldn’t fight the burn of humiliation that stung his eyes. Dean rubbed his back gently. Stomach empty but still rebelling, Cas’ body continued to dry heave. He couldn’t fight back the slight sob that forced its way through his throat.
“Hey, it’s ok. Just don’t fight it.” Dean soothed as he rubbed his back. “It’s best to just let it go. You’ll feel better and it won’t hurt as bad.”
Finally, shivering and soaked in a cold sweat, Cas’ body gave up its plight to purge its system. Feeling lifeless, Cas couldn’t help but to fall back limply against Dean. The other man supported his weight while running a cold washcloth down his face. Castiel didn’t even remember Dean retrieving said washcloth but didn’t bother to ask because the feeling was amazing.
“Sorry, I ruined our date.” Cas finally croaked out.
Helping him standing, Dean only shook his head. “You didn’t ruin our date. I knew you were sick when I came over and I came over to take care of you.” He ran some water into a glass. “Now here, rinse and let’s get you back into bed. You’re probably due for your next dosage of medicine.”
Castiel rinsed his mouth and then allowed himself to be ushered back into his bedroom. He’d caught a brief glance of his brothers and their little smirks, but he was too sick and tired to give a damn. Besides, they were just jealous over the fact that someone wanted to take care of him and be with him despite his being sick.
Dean had him settled in bed under multiple blankets and dosed back up within five minutes. He smiled as Cas snuggled in and Castiel found he couldn’t fight returning the smile. “Thank you again for taking care of me and for this wonderful night.”
“No need to thank me, Cas. I had a great time, too.” He held his hand softly. “I hope, once you’re feeling better, we can have a second date?” His tone was unsure but hopeful.
Cas felt his smile widen. “I would definitely be compliant to another date.”
“Great!” Dean then lent forward. “Since you’re sick, I hate to say we won’t be able to complete the traditional good night kiss.” He then pressed a soft kiss to Castiel’s forehead. “I hope this can hold you over ‘til next time.”
“It’s perfect, Dean.”
Pulling the covers up to Castiel’s chin, Dean pressed one last to his forehead. “Well, I’m going to get out of here. Get to feeling better quick! I’m anxious for that second date.”
Castiel’s cheeks were hurting by now from smiling. He didn’t think another person had ever made him smile this much. “I will, Dean. I can’t wait for our next date. If this is the kind of date you make when I’m home sick, I can’t imagine how great it will be when I’m feeling well.” Dean waggled his eyebrows and Cas couldn’t help but laugh. “Good night, Dean.”
“Night, Cas. See you soon.” He then turned out the lights and closed the door softly behind him.
As Castiel snuggled down deep into his blankets and drifted off to sleep, he still had a smile on his face.
Taking the stairs two at a time, Dean reached the first floor and found himself face to face with Lucifer and Gabriel. Both men had large grins on their faces. Lucifer clapped a hand on his shoulder. “You are a saint, Dean Winchester.”
Dean looked at both men in confusion. Gabriel’s smile only widened. “I mean, to put up with a sick and grouchy Castiel for HOURS? That takes a strong person!”
“But to come out of such a trial with a smile on your face?” Lucifer left out a low whistle. “That is downright amazing!”
He wasn’t sure what was going on. He didn’t know if Castiel’s brothers were about to pull a trick on him or if they were trying to compliment him. Gabriel then placed his hand on Dean’s other shoulder. “Seriously, Deano, thanks. Not just for taking care of him so we didn’t have to, but for treating him special. Gotta say Cas is pretty lucky.”
So, they were complimenting him… approving him actually! He had half of the older brothers’ approvals in one night! “Uh, well, like I told Lucifer, I really like Cas. I don’t plan on screwing him over.” Then he blushed as he realized what he’d said.
Lucifer and Gabriel laughed loudly as they led him to the door. As he stood on the doorstep, he turned to look at the brothers. “Dean,” Lucifer continued. “We don’t give our brother’s dates our approval often and never on a first date.”
Dean nodded and swallowed slightly at the gravity of the words. “Well, I’m glad to have gained your approval.”
Both brothers nodded, and just as Lucifer was about to close the door, Gabriel leaned forward with a mischievous smirk. “Soooo… about that brother of yours?”
As Dean whirled around with wide eyes, Lucifer slammed the door in his brother’s face but Dean was still able to hear the shorter man’s raucous laughter. Shaking his head, he climbed into the Impala (he was glad he’d told Sammy to bring it by) and smiled. He had to admit that tonight had been one of the best dates he’d been on, and his date was sick! He couldn’t wait until Cas was better so they could go on that second date.
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Chapter Three
Dean called Castiel Wednesday night to confirm a date for Friday night. Thursday morning Castiel awoke with slight sniffles and chills. He prayed to any deity that would listen that he hadn't caught a cold from standing in the rain. Dosing up on cold meds, Castiel continued on with his day. That night he felt a little better and decided against taking the night time dosage of cold meds.
Friday morning, Castiel was miserable. His nose was stuffed up, his throat burned, his body ached and his head was pounding. Chills racked his body as he rolled himseld out of bed and trudged to the bathroom. As he looked into the mirror, Castiel grimaced at his reflection. His face was pale and clammy accept for his cheeks which burned red with fever.
Blinking slowly to clear the fog from his mind, Castiel reached for the cold medicine he'd left resting on the counter top. After popping two pills, he force his feet to move and began to get ready for the day. By the time Castiel had managed to piece himself together for the day, he was running late. On top of that, his head was spinning and he'd forgotten his car was still n the shop.
Gabriel sat waiting for him at the kitchen table. His older brother's eyebrows shot to his hairline as Castiel shuffled into the kitchen. “Whoa, baby bro! Rough night?”
Castiel spared his brother a glare. “I need a ride to work.” It was the first time he'd spoke all morning and he was surprised at the even gruffer tone of his voice.
“I think you need to go back to bed.” Gabriel reiterated gently.
“Gabriel, I have to go to work. Will you please take me?”
The brothers had a stare off before Gabriel finally relented with a heavy sigh. “Fine, I'll take you, you stubborn ass.”
The ride to the library was quiet and tense. Castiel felt like death warmed up and would have loved to stay home in bed. But his assistant wasn't due in until noon, and she had worked the late shift the night before. Castiel had his eyes closed and head resting on the window of the car when they pulled into the parking lot.
“Hey, who's the Sasquatch?” Gabriel asked, intrigue staining his voice.
Forcing his head up and his eyes open, Castiel was surprised (and not surprised) to find Sam Winchester waiting outside of the library doors. He knew the man was working on his law degree and he was in there almost every day studying past cases or researching. He was aware that Gabriel was staring at him with curious eyes. Of course Gabriel would be interested in the giant of a man... not that he knew if Sam was gay or not. “That's Sam Winchester, he's Dean's brother. He's in law school and he spends all his free time at the library.”
“Mmm, hot!” Gabriel exclaimed. Castiel shot him an impatient glare. “What? You can have a Winchester, but I can't?”
“I don't 'have' a Winchester. Dean and I haven't even been on a date.”
“Psh! I've seen the way he looks at you. You SO have a Winchester.”
Castiel rolled his eyes, despite the giddy feeling he felt at Gabriel's words. Did Dean really look at him in a certain way? He shook the thoughts from his head as he reached for the door handle. “That's besides the point. Just because Dean likes men, doesn't mean that Sam does. Also, Dean is very protective of Sam.”
“Yeah, yeah whatever.” Gabriel waved his handed flippantly, before leaning across the seat. “And if Deano wants to play big brother, I can give him a run for his money.”
“Gabriel...” Castiel started with a warning in his voice.
His brother shot him a big smile. “Bye bye, Cassie, have a good day at work!” And then he grabbed the door and shut it.
Shaking his head, Castiel turned to find Sam watching him curiously. As he walked forward to unlock the door, Castiel greeted the other man. “Good morning, Sam.”
Sam couldn't fight the grimace at Castiel's voice and Castiel was sure his face reflected the other man's. “Hey, Cas, you feeling okay?”
Finally getting the door unlocked, Castiel pushed the door open to allow himself and Sam inside. He shrugged. “I may be coming down with a cold, but it's nothing serious. Thank you for your concern.”
Sam nodded and made his way to his usual table. Castiel slunk behind the front desk and flopped into his chair. He looked at the piles of returns behind the desk and forced himself to stifle a sigh. He was really going to have to have a word with Becky about slacking off her work duties to read and write fanfiction.
As the morning drug on, Castiel began to feel worse. His head was spinning almost constantly and he'd broken out in a cold sweat. His entire body ached and each time he coughed, he felt as if it caused bodily harm. The small trash can under the desk was filling up with tissues, and yet he still felt as if someone had stuffed his head with cotton.
As people bustled about the library, Castiel resorted to lying his head on the cool surface of the desk. He didn't hear the person approaching until a voice had cleared above him. He looked up to find the amused and sympathetic smile of his brother, Lucifer. “Hey there, brother... looking a little worse for wear.”
Castiel rolled his eyes and stood. Everything went black. In the next moment, he found himself opening his eyes to a view of the ceiling and Lucifer's concerned face hovering over him. It took him a moment to realize he was on the floor.
Lucifer slowly helped him sit up. “Alright, baby brother, I think it's time for you to go to the doctor.”
Brushing his brother's hands away, Castiel glared. “I'm not a baby, Lucifer. And I don't need to go to the doctor.”
Lucifer returned with his own glare. “You may not be a baby, but you sure as hell are acting like one!” He then pulled Castiel roughly from the floor. “Now, come on, Becky's here. She can handle the place for the rest of the day. You on the other hand can't.”
“I'm fine, Lucifer.” He mumbled trying to pull away.
“Castiel, you just fell out in the floor. You're pale as a ghost, you're shaking and you sound like you gargled nails this morning! You need to see a doctor before this develops into pneumonia!”
Becky was short, he barely noticed her standing next to him until she touched his arm. “Go home and get better, Cas. I can handle things.”
After a moment's pause, he nodded. He really did feeling like he was dying. He grabbed his coat and then allowed his older brother to usher him out to his car. He grimaced at the thought of riding in the tiny sports car with his speed demon brother. He hoped the older man would keep his spinning head in mind before he put the proverbial “pedal to the metal.”
One moment he was at the library and the next they were pulling into the doctor's office. He didn't even remember closing his eyes. Lucifer was already on his side of the car and opening the door. He felt like a child having his brother take him to the doctor. He quietly reassured himself that if he had his car he wouldn't need his brother to take him to the doctor. It had nothing to do with the wild spinning in his head or the aching in his body.
After what felt like hours later, Lucifer and Castiel were finally home. He'd diagnosed fairly quickly with the flu. He was told to go home, take a warm shower and to stay in bed for the entire weekend. There went his date with Dean. Armed with at least three different prescription meds, Castiel trudged up the stairs. Within thirty minutes, he'd taken his shower, downed all three pills and was cuddled into his bed with at least two extra blankets.
Both Lucifer and Gabriel were standing in his room. “Gabriel is going to take Abby to Mike and Anna's place.” Lucifer informed him. “With her recent asthma flair up, the flu is the last thing she needs.” Castiel was vaguely aware of nodding. Wow, those meds worked fast. “I'll be here. Just text or ring this bell if you need me.” He rang the bell for emphasis, causing Castiel to wince as his head pound.
Gabriel then leaned over and tucked Castiel into bed jokingly with a big grin on his face. “Now, you be good for Lucifer, and you better stay in this bed mister!”
Castiel rolled his eyes as Lucifer snorted. “Yes, Mom.” Gabriel smirked and then pressed a big, sloppy kiss to Castiel's forehead. Grimacing, Castiel waved his brothers away. “Go away. Let me sleepy.”
Both brothers chuckled as they left the room, gently shutting the door. Castiel grabbed his phone and quickly texted Dean, letting him know that he was sick and he had to cancel their date. As he drifted off to sleep, Castiel was vaguely aware of Dean's reply vibrating through his phone.
Dean stared at his phone, trying to ignore the disappointment that was seeping through him. While it sucked that their date was cancelled, he did hope that Cas got better soon. It didn't come completely as a shock. Sam had told him early that Cas had been late getting to work that morning and he'd basically looked like death warmed up.
Sitting there with too much time on his hands was something Dean was never good at handling. He also needed to take Cas his car. Making up his mind, Dean ran into the kitchen and start pulling out ingredients. His mom had always made him tomato-rice soup when he was sick, so he would do the same for Cas.
Within an hour, Dean had the soup made and in a travel container. Along with a few of his other “sick essentials,” Dean loaded everything into Baby and made the short drive to Bobby's shop. Parking his beloved Impala in a place he knew it would be safe, he wrote Bobby a note telling him that he was taking the car to it's owner and he would send Sam to pick up the Impala.
Climbing into the old BMW, Dean started the engine and listened to it purr. Now that was how it was supposed to sound. While fixing the motor, Dean had been slightly appalled at the shape it was in an found it no surprise that the old car refused to start. It was now good as new and running smooth. Lost in his thoughts, Dean found himself pulling up at Castiel's house sooner than he expected.
Balancing the soup in one hand and his “get better” supplies in the other, Dean walked to the door and knocked. The door opened to reveal a very puzzled Abby. “Hi, Dean.” She said before pausing momentarily. “Didn't Cas tell you he was sick?”
“Uh, yeah he did, but I had to bring his car back to him and I thought I'd bring him some soup and say hi.” He could feel the heat rising in his face as he mumbled out an explanation.
Abby smiled. “Oh ok, well come in then! Gabriel and I are about to leave. I can't be in the house while Cas has the flu.” Dean nodded in understanding as she led him into the kitchen and showed him where he could store the soup until Castiel was awake. She then turned to smile at him. “But Lucifer will be here, although, I'll bet he'll be relieved to have some help looking after Cas while he's sick. Lucifer isn't what you would call the nurturing type.”
Dean couldn't suppress the snort that came out at that statement. No, he wouldn't figure a guy named “Lucifer” would be a very nurturing. The name itself just gave him the creeps and a part of him wished the guy would go with Gabriel and Abby.
“Castiel's room is upstairs. Come on, I'll show you.” And then she turned to lead him up the stairs before he had time to reply.
“So, have you found a new school yet?” Dean asked as a thought occurred to him.
Abby turned to look at him with a frustrated sigh. “No, not really.”
“Well, have you tried Oak Park and River Forest High School? I mean, I know you were looking for a private school, but their academics are great and so are the kids and faculty. My friend Chuck is the principal and while he's a little nervous, he's a great guy. And if you're into computers, my friend Charlie is the computer instructor and not only is she fun, she can teach you anything. I know a lot of private school kids have transferred there.” He smiled. “Just give it a thought, you might enjoy it.”
She returned his smile and nodded. “I'll do that. Thanks, Dean.” She then pointed to the only closed door. “That's Cas's room. He was asleep last I heard. Apparently, the meds the doctor gave him were pretty powerful.” Gabriel called for Abby downstairs. “Well, I better get out of here. I'll let Lucifer know that you're here.” She waved as she walked downstairs. “Bye!”
Dean waved before taking a deep breath and turning to face the closed door before him. He quietly eased the door open. He stopped at the sight of a figure huddled beneath layers of blankets in the middle of huge king size bed. He smiled when he saw a tuft of wild, dark hair peeking from the top of the blankets.
Smiling, he walked to the other side of the bed that Cas was facing. The other man had the covers pulled up just under his nose and his face was fixed into a pout. Dean couldn't help but think it was pretty damn adorable. He knelt down to where he was face level and reached to tap Castiel on the shoulder. “Cas.” He said in a whisper. Cas mumbled in his sleep but didn't wake up. “Caasss.” He tried more persistently as he poked the other man in the nose.
Shocking blue eyes opened to pin Dean with a glare before they widened in surprise. “Dean!” His voice was rough from sleep and possibly from his illness. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to check on you, and I brought you some soup... and your car.” Dean could feel the heat rising in his face again.
Cas smiled. “Thank you, Dean, that was really thoughtful.” He then shuffled sideways in the bed. “You can sit... I mean, that is, if you'd like to.” Red began to creep slowly into Castiel's face making Dean smile.
He kicked off his boots and then climbed onto the bed next to him. “So, how are you feeling? I mean, are you feeling any better?”
One narrow shoulder rose and fell. “I don't feel as near to death as I did, but I still feel as if I've been hit by a Mack truck.”
Dean gave the man a sympathetic look. “Dude, that sucks. Well, if you feel up to it, I brought you some tomato-rice soup.” He then looked down at his lap. “My, uh, my mom used to make it for me when I was sick.”
Castiel touched his shoulder lightly, and Dean looked up to find him smiling again. “That would be nice. Thank you.”
Nodding, Dean scrambled out of the bed. “You're welcome. I'll, uh, I'll be right back.”
After shutting the door quietly, Dean took a deep breath. What the hell was wrong with him? He was acting like some virgin teenager. He really liked Cas and he was making a fool of himself. He just could get a grasp on how he felt around him.
Taking the steps two at a time, Dean rounded the corner to the kitchen and came face to face with Lucifer. “Sonofa-! Geez dude!” He put his hand on his heart. “What are you lurking around corners like that?”
Lucifer raised his eyebrow with a smirk. “I was unaware that I was lurking. I mean, this is my house, if I wanted to lurk around the corners I could. Not that I was.”
Dean just looked at the guy. He was kind of strange. He cleared his throat. “Um, well, I was just going to fix Cas some of this soup I brought. If you're hungry, there's plenty.”
Instead of answer, the dude just looked at him strangely. Ooook, Dean thought as he pulled the container from the fridge. He turned around and the guy was literally right behind him. “So, Dean... what are your intentions towards my brother?”
Sputtering at the question, Dean looked at the man with wide eyes. “My intentions? Well, I had intended on going on a date tonight but now I'm going to take care of him while he's sick.”
Lucifer's eyes narrowed. “But why? You've only just met him. I mean, the two of you haven't even been on a date yet.”
With a heavy sigh, Dean set the soup container down. “Look, I get that you're only looking out for Cas but I really like him. I'm not just looking to get into his pants or anything like that. I seriously and geuninely like the guy. Is that so hard to believe?”
Lucifer relaxed. “No, it's not... it's just that Cas hasn't had great relationships in the past and we tend to look out for him.”
“Like I said, I get that. I have a younger brother too. That's why you can trust me when I say that I have no intention to treat him badly.”
Nodding, Lucifer accepted his explanation. “Right, well I'm glad to hear it.” He then backed away. “I'll let you get to warming up that soup. Pots are in the bottom left cabinet by the stove and bowls are in the top to the right of the sink.” He then left Dean standing dumbfounded in the kitchen.
Shaking his head, Dean grabbed a pot and a couple of bowls and warmed up the soup. Within 10 minutes, Dean had the soup warm and served, and he was carefully carrying a tray up the stairs. After some careful maneuvering, he was able to get the bedroom door open. He wasn't shocked to find that Castiel had fallen back to sleep. But not before he had time to turn on the TV. Dean chuckled as he recognized Star Trek re-runs on the screen.
Setting the tray on the bedside table, Dean perched on the edge of the bed and gently shook Cas awake. Castiel's eyes opened wide and he looked around in alarm before relaxing at the sight of Dean. His meds must be really powerful, Dean thought with a chuckle.
“Hey, you ready to try to eat some soup?”
Sitting up. Cas nodded. “Yes, I believe it would be best to at least try.”
Once Castiel had situated himself into a comfortable sitting position, Dean set the tray of food on his lap. He then climbed up beside him and grabbed one of the bowls from the tray. “So, you a Trekky?”
Castiel blushed slightly. “It's a guilty pleasure.”
“Hey, I'm not knocking it. I find myself watching the show quite often. That and Dr. Sexy M.D.”
Castiel snorted into his soup and then to look at Dean with a smile. “You do not?!”
Dean laughed. “Hey, there's nothing wrong with a man enjoying the occasional hospital drama.”
Chuckling slightly, Cas shook his head. “Gabriel will be glad hear that there is finally someone else he knows who enjoys the show.”
Dean bumped his shoulder against Castiel's gently for snagging the remote and switching the channel to a station he knew was playing Dr. Sexy. Castiel gave a mock groan. “Hey, hey! Don't knock it 'til you've tried.”
Castiel's laughter was interrupted by a small coughing spell, but once he'd recovered, he looked at Dean through thick lashes, and Dean's stomach jumped at the sight of his blue eyes sparkling. “Is Dr. Sexy your man crush, Dean?” He asked with a slight smile tilting his mouth.
Laughing out at the question, Dean shook his head. “No, Dr. Sexy isn't really my type... although; the boots are kind of sexy.” He then looked Cas in the eyes. “The only man crush I have is you.”
Red flushed Castiel's cheeks as he looked down into his bowl of soup shyly. Dean found it adorable and couldn't remember a time he'd been this taken by someone. He smiled as he watched Cas quietly sip his soup.
“This soup is very delicious, Dean. Thank you for bringing it.”
“No problem, Cas. I just hope it makes you feel better like it always did me.” The two shared another smile and then ate in comfortable silence while watching Dr. Sexy. Once they’d both finished eating, Dean set the tray and bowls on the bedside table and the two settled in next to one another to watch the show. Dean even felt confident enough to put his arm around Cas and felt a rush of excitement when Cas snuggled into his side.
Looking up from his place in Dean’s side, Cas gave Dean another tired smile. “I have to say, this is the best first date I’ve ever had.” His voice was rough from illness and sleep.
As Cas drifted off, Dean pulled him closer to his side. “Glad to hear it, Cas.” And then he felt himself drifting off.
Unfortunately for them both, their peaceful slumber did not last long. A couple of hours later, their food had settled and Castiel’s fever decided to spike. The dark haired man found himself jacking-knifing in bed before quickly scrambling out to rush to the bathroom. Within seconds, he found himself face to face with the soup he’d previously consumed. As groaned into the toilet, he was oblivious to the footsteps approaching behind him until he felt a soft touch against his back.
Another wave of nausea hit him and as he heaved his guts into the porcelain bowl, he couldn’t fight the burn of humiliation that stung his eyes. Dean rubbed his back gently. Stomach empty but still rebelling, Cas’ body continued to dry heave. He couldn’t fight back the slight sob that forced its way through his throat.
“Hey, it’s ok. Just don’t fight it.” Dean soothed as he rubbed his back. “It’s best to just let it go. You’ll feel better and it won’t hurt as bad.”
Finally, shivering and soaked in a cold sweat, Cas’ body gave up its plight to purge its system. Feeling lifeless, Cas couldn’t help but to fall back limply against Dean. The other man supported his weight while running a cold washcloth down his face. Castiel didn’t even remember Dean retrieving said washcloth but didn’t bother to ask because the feeling was amazing.
“Sorry, I ruined our date.” Cas finally croaked out.
Helping him standing, Dean only shook his head. “You didn’t ruin our date. I knew you were sick when I came over and I came over to take care of you.” He ran some water into a glass. “Now here, rinse and let’s get you back into bed. You’re probably due for your next dosage of medicine.”
Castiel rinsed his mouth and then allowed himself to be ushered back into his bedroom. He’d caught a brief glance of his brothers and their little smirks, but he was too sick and tired to give a damn. Besides, they were just jealous over the fact that someone wanted to take care of him and be with him despite his being sick.
Dean had him settled in bed under multiple blankets and dosed back up within five minutes. He smiled as Cas snuggled in and Castiel found he couldn’t fight returning the smile. “Thank you again for taking care of me and for this wonderful night.”
“No need to thank me, Cas. I had a great time, too.” He held his hand softly. “I hope, once you’re feeling better, we can have a second date?” His tone was unsure but hopeful.
Cas felt his smile widen. “I would definitely be compliant to another date.”
“Great!” Dean then lent forward. “Since you’re sick, I hate to say we won’t be able to complete the traditional good night kiss.” He then pressed a soft kiss to Castiel’s forehead. “I hope this can hold you over ‘til next time.”
“It’s perfect, Dean.”
Pulling the covers up to Castiel’s chin, Dean pressed one last to his forehead. “Well, I’m going to get out of here. Get to feeling better quick! I’m anxious for that second date.”
Castiel’s cheeks were hurting by now from smiling. He didn’t think another person had ever made him smile this much. “I will, Dean. I can’t wait for our next date. If this is the kind of date you make when I’m home sick, I can’t imagine how great it will be when I’m feeling well.” Dean waggled his eyebrows and Cas couldn’t help but laugh. “Good night, Dean.”
“Night, Cas. See you soon.” He then turned out the lights and closed the door softly behind him.
As Castiel snuggled down deep into his blankets and drifted off to sleep, he still had a smile on his face.
Taking the stairs two at a time, Dean reached the first floor and found himself face to face with Lucifer and Gabriel. Both men had large grins on their faces. Lucifer clapped a hand on his shoulder. “You are a saint, Dean Winchester.”
Dean looked at both men in confusion. Gabriel’s smile only widened. “I mean, to put up with a sick and grouchy Castiel for HOURS? That takes a strong person!”
“But to come out of such a trial with a smile on your face?” Lucifer left out a low whistle. “That is downright amazing!”
He wasn’t sure what was going on. He didn’t know if Castiel’s brothers were about to pull a trick on him or if they were trying to compliment him. Gabriel then placed his hand on Dean’s other shoulder. “Seriously, Deano, thanks. Not just for taking care of him so we didn’t have to, but for treating him special. Gotta say Cas is pretty lucky.”
So, they were complimenting him… approving him actually! He had half of the older brothers’ approvals in one night! “Uh, well, like I told Lucifer, I really like Cas. I don’t plan on screwing him over.” Then he blushed as he realized what he’d said.
Lucifer and Gabriel laughed loudly as they led him to the door. As he stood on the doorstep, he turned to look at the brothers. “Dean,” Lucifer continued. “We don’t give our brother’s dates our approval often and never on a first date.”
Dean nodded and swallowed slightly at the gravity of the words. “Well, I’m glad to have gained your approval.”
Both brothers nodded, and just as Lucifer was about to close the door, Gabriel leaned forward with a mischievous smirk. “Soooo… about that brother of yours?”
As Dean whirled around with wide eyes, Lucifer slammed the door in his brother’s face but Dean was still able to hear the shorter man’s raucous laughter. Shaking his head, he climbed into the Impala (he was glad he’d told Sammy to bring it by) and smiled. He had to admit that tonight had been one of the best dates he’d been on, and his date was sick! He couldn’t wait until Cas was better so they could go on that second date.
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