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"Dean, you need to lie down." Castiel said lowering the hunter onto the bed. Before he fought uselessly but now the fever only allowed him to whine and cough weakly.
"I'll be fine. I just need to gank that damn witch." His voice was hoarse and riddled with coughs.
"Stay here."
"Cas?" Dean heard the fluttering of wings signaling that he was speaking to