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The tightness in his chest of the first three days had been irritating enough, but now things were just out and out gross. The island was temperate enough that Dean couldn't remember ever taking sick here, but it seemed his body had decided to make up for lost time. He was achy and sore, not enough to be flulike but enough to be annoying as hell

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"Yes," Castiel called, and a moment later the door opened a crack. He was smiling, but nervously, and beckoned Dean without opening the door much further. "Dean, come in, hurry."

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"Okay..." Dean drawled out, following with none of the speed with which Castiel had disappeared again. "What, you got a lady in here or something?" He chuckled to himself. "My man..."

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"No, Dean," Castiel said, and flushed, looking away. He cleared his throat and tried to compose himself, closing the door swiftly behind Dean.

"I'm trying to make a friend."

It was that point in which a squirrel, startled by the commotion, tore across the room, scaling the wall halfway up before disappearing behind a dresser.

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Dean's hand flew to his side, but the gun wasn't there, it was wrapped up tight inside his bag. Probably just as well. He couldn't draw on a squirrel and keep his street cred.

He turned an irritated look on Castiel. "You've been here like, a week. How the hell do you have rodents already?"

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Castiel shifted on his feet, glancing worriedly at the dresser.

"I invited him in," he said, unable to hold back a smile. "To see if he wants to be my companion."

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"You invited a squirrel?" Dean walked forward to the dresser, jiggling it in an effort to scare out the squirrel. "What the hell for?"

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"Dean! You'll frighten him!" Castiel said, moving to stop Dean. He was too late, the squirrel ran out from behind the dresser and across the room, ducking behind a chair.

"Humans enjoy animal companions. I was curious," Castiel said, head hanging a little from the squirrel's behavior. "And he has a...cute tail."

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"And teeth and probably rabies." Dean felt dizzy, but pressing a hand to his head it felt more like good old fashioned frustration than the cold. "You can't pick just any animal," he explained through gritted teeth. "Some of them aren't meant for - for - human companionship."

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"Dean," Castiel interrupted, frowning in a disturbingly intense manner. He pushed Dean's hand out of his way and replaced it with his own. "Are you ill? You feel hot, and your skin is pale."

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"Yeah, I got a cold," said Dean, reaching up to peel Castiel's hand away. "It's nothing bad, but I can't stay at home." He peers up at Castiel, not through his lashes but only just. "Can I stay here with you?"

In the corner the squirrel chittered at them both. "In your Animal Kingdom?"

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"Of course you can," Castiel said quickly, cheeks warm, his expression touched before worry took over. "I don't...I'm not very familiar with human illness, but I believe you should be in bed, correct?" He took Dean's bag from him, and tried to usher the taller man toward the bed.

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"I tried that," said Dean, shuffling forward anyway. "It's boring without a tv." But Castiel's bed did look comfortable, which figured. It'd belonged to a girl before it had him, it probably still smelled good and everything.

Dean sat down on the edge, temples throbbing. "This blows."

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"Take off your pants," Castiel said. "And please watch out for the rabbit."

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Dean sat upright, hands crisscrossed over his chest. "Dude. I have heard some dirty pickup lines, but that one...that one just does not even make sense." Maybe it was the fever, but he was seriously starting to rethink this. First squirrels, now gay rabbit euphemisms? Maybe he should have gotten to know the guy better before showing up on his door. Or at least tested him for sexual deviancy.

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Castiel set Dean's bag down next to the bed and sighed. "I know you are accustomed to sleeping in your pants, but I've found it's much more comfortable if you take them off first."

His hands reached for Dean's belt buckle, to help him.

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Dean swatted his hands away. "I can do it, okay?" He wriggled a few feet down the bed and turned around, undoing his pants where the angel wouldn't see.

Shrugging his pants off almost defiantly, Dean had to admit he was more comfortable after. He lay down, face squashed against the pillow, then reached for the corner of the blanket. He pulled a triangle shaped portion of it over him and sighed. "So what was that about a rabbit?"