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Dean and Castiel had established their relationship not long after they got Castiel back from the empty. Although, upon taking him out his grace had gotten ripped away, leaving him human once again.
But this time, Castiel had Dean to help him get through it. He had Dean to help him navigate how to be a human. He doesn’t feel the dread he felt last time.
Castiel had caught a cold, and Dean had been looking after him. Mother henned him to bring him back to himself. The cold had been horrible for the first few days, a blocked nose, sore throat and a cough. Castiel wished he had his grace back. He could heal himself.
He had felt even worse when Dean came down with the cold. He had felt guilty when Dean woke up, nose stuffy and with a very chesty cough.
“Dean. I am sorry.” Castiel looks at him, his head tilted. His voice still sounds as though he is full of his cold. “I did not mean for you to catch this. I’ll go make you soup.”
He had remembered everything Dean had done for him in the first few days. Dean looks at him. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to. You have looked after me efficiently and I wish to return the favour.” Castiel turns around, walking to the kitchen. He comes back with two bowls on a tray. He sits on the bed across from Dean. “Here.”
“Thanks, Cas.” Dean takes the bowl, eating it. Once they are done with their food, they place it on the floor. Castiel lays in bed, climbing over Dean, laying over him, his head in his neck.
Laying like this isn’t something Dean usually likes, but with Castiel, he found it endearing. How the new-human finds comfort in him. It makes Dean feel as though he is full of love.
“I am sorry, I shouldn’t have laid in bed so close to you whilst I was ill.” Castiel frowns, arms squeezing around Dean.
“That’s the way love goes, Cas.” Dean rubs his back. “We’ve thought monsters together, we can fight colds together too.”