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Dean:’groans and slowly opens his eyes, he sits up and sighs’ugh, my head hurts……..i guess i didn’t get enough sleep or something, whatever, i have too much to worry about anyway, so i better get ready.
Then he stands up but is hit with a wave of dizziness.
Dean: what the-
Then he falls back onto bed and groans, he rubs his head and groans, he slowly sits up and holds his head.
Dean: fuck………….
Then he holds onto the bed and tries to stand.
Dean:’smiles as he stands up’ok, now-
Then he is hit with a wave of dizziness, he stumbles back and forth, trying his best not to hit the ground, then he falls back onto the bed.
Dean: fuck………
Castiel:’stirs and sits up’dean?
Dean: hey cas, did i land on you by accident?
Castiel: if you did, i wouldn’t be complaining about it, you know i always enjoy cuddling with you when i have the chance to do it.
Dean:’flicks his forehead’
Castiel: rude.
Then dean rubs his forehead and groans, castiel frowns and looks at him, he notices that dean was pale, he was also sweating and panting like a dehydrated dog, Castiel adjusts himself and sits next to dean.
Castiel: Are you ok?
Dean: ya, i’m ok.
Castiel: Are you sure?
Dean: Yes.
Then dean tries to stand up, but falls again, this time, castiel catches dean and helps him lay down instead of falling onto the bed, he groans.
Dean: Cas, I'm fine.
Castiel: you don’t seem to be fine, you just collapsed, you were going to fall onto the bed like you lost your balance.
Dean: Probably because I did lose my balance.
Castiel:’puts a hand on his forehead’
Dean: ah, cas!
Castiel: You have a fever, but for good measure, I'm going to get a thermometer and check your temperature.
Dean: I'm fine, cas, I'm just dizzy.
Castiel: then you need to lay back down and wait for it to pass, it’s clear that you can’t stand up, and when you try to stand up, you fall down, and i don’t want to see you fall straight down and break your head on the ground like an egg, and sam will actually kill me if i let that happen to you, he’ll find a way, he always does.
Dean: He's my brother.
Castiel: Trust me, I know.
Dean:’gives him a look’
Castiel: You know how Sam can be, Dean, he’s a pain.
Dean: He's still my brother, and only I can call him a pain in the ass, or in your words, a pain in the ass-butt, you can just say ass, by the way.
Castiel: You're getting off topic, Dean, now you’re going to rest, and in case you forgot, I can use my powers to make a thermometer appear.
Dean: fuck.
Then Castiel holds his hand up and makes a thermometer appear, then he proceeds to grab Dean's by his face and puts the thermometer in his mouth, Dean gags a bit and tries to pull it out of his mouth.
Dean: mmphhh!
Castiel: hold still, dean!
Dean: mmppphhh!!!
Then Castiel pulls the thermometer of Dean's mouth when they hear a beep, and while he checks the temperature, Dean gags from the taste.
Dean: Bleh!
Castiel: 103, you’re sick.
Dean: well-
Castiel: you're going to stay in bed, and I don't want to hear any excuses you have, you have to rest and that's final.
Dean: But I have so many things to do.
Castiel: And you can do them another time, but you need to rest, you can't force yourself to do stuff when you're one second away from collapsing, do I need to bring up the fact that your head could break open?
Dean: And do you need to keep bringing that up?
Castiel: It seems like I do because you aren't listening to me, dean, I know that I don't always understand everything.
Dean: understatement of the week.
Castiel: Well, I'm not going to let you overwork yourself, you can’t properly stand, you might make yourself sick if you try to make yourself stand.
Dean: I need to work on the impala.
Castiel: I can handle it.
Dean: Cas, no offense, but I'm not going to let you work on my baby, and I doubt you know how she runs.
Castiel: but she can’t run, she has no legs.
Dean's eye twitches while Castiel stares at him.
Dean: cas, it’s a figure of speech, what I'm trying to say is that you don't know how she works, you don't know what she needs, I'm worried and you're going to do something to her and she's going to end up looking like a cartoon mouse.
Castiel: And why would I turn your car into a cartoon mouse?
Dean: Have you seen the crazy shit we've gone through?
Castiel: Do I look like Jesse to you? No offense to him, but I'm never getting the image of the tooth fairy being a middle aged man out of my head, Jesse's a good kid, but has a horrifying imagination.
Dean: He is a good kid.
Then he tries to stand up but turns pale.
Dean: oh fuck.
Then he turns to look at cas.
Dean: not a word.
Then he falls onto the bed, face first this time.
Castiel: dean.
Dean:’muffled’cas.
Castiel: Are you ready to rest now?
Dean:’muffled’go to hell, cas.
Castiel: I have gone to hell before, I was the reason why you got out of there in the first place, or did you forget?
Dean:’smacks his hand’
Castiel:.............and what was that supposed to do?
Dean:’lifts his head up and glares at him’it was supposed to get you to shut the hell up, but i guess you don’t know how to do that.
Castiel:’strokes his hair’rest.
Dean:...........but the work-
Castiel: I will knock you out if I have to.
Dean: Alright, alright, I'll rest, only because I don't want to be hit over the head and have an even bigger headache-i don’t even know how I got sick, sure I'm not the healthiest, but I don't get sick so easily.
Castiel: maybe you need to eat more-
Dean: I'm not eating rabbit food.
Castiel: maybe less pie-
Then he yelps as Dean throws a pillow at him.
Dean: stop saying stupid shit, cas, i probably just got a virus or something from one of our latest hunts, now, i’m going to get some food.
Then he stands up and takes one step before he falls down, castiel quickly catches him as dean holds his head.
Dean: ugh………i can’t even go to the kitchen.
Castiel: How about I get you some food?
Dean: i got it-’falls down’
Castiel:..........so, should i say it or i-
Dean: shut the hell up, cas, and help me up.
Castiel: on it’helps him up’
Then he takes Dean back to bed and lays him down.
Castiel: Will you feel better if I get some pie?
Dean:...............’nods’yes please.