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“Jesus, kid!” Dean startled as he woke up to Jack staring at him. Castiel stirred awake, only to unwrap his wing from Dean and immediately fall back to sleep.
“I threw up.” Jack said flatly.
Dean sighed and sat upright. “You should’ve told us you felt sick.” He said, halfway here and halfway back in some past motel room cleaning a crying Sammy, way too young to be taking care of a toddler with a stomach bug.
“I didn’t know what it felt like.” Jack’s voice zapped Dean’s sleepy brain to the present.
“How bad is it?” Dean’s night vision was kicking in and he could see the shimmer of ill aimed puke on Jack’s t-shirt.
“Bad..” Jack clutched his middle “My insides hurt..”
Dean rubbed his face and got out of bed “Alright.. uhm, go clean yourself up, I’ll take care of your room and get you some meds.”
As Jack padded off to fulfill his orders Dean was going over his own to do list so he didn’t forget as soon as he got into the hallway.
Go to Jack’s room.
Assess the damage and take care of it.
Get Sam to stop crying before dad gets home, he’ll want to sleep and-
Dean halted the reflexive thought and got to work.
After he’d changed Jack’s sheets and gotten everything in the wash he came back to his and Cas’ room.
Jack was asleep under one of Cas’ wings, he very much missed his own. Dean sighed and left the meds that would hopefully settle Jack’s stomach on the nightstand. It looked like Dean would be sleeping in another room for tonight. He didn’t want to wake the kid.
Dean covered both of his angels with a blanket, giving Cas a kiss on the forehead before he left the room. Trying to ignore how familiar all this felt.