A Fluffy Destiel Oneshot for Cas-sFreckledHunter!!

Title:                    In Sickness & In Health
Word Count:        1006
Pairings:              Destiel (Dean/Cas)
Description:         Dean's sick, And Castiel comes to take care of him

        Dean shuddered, the sudden cold flash forcing Dean to grab all the disposed blankets off the floor next to the couch, where he had thrown them during the heat flash he had been having only moments before; no matter how many layers he added though, it was never enough. He had thought of calling someone, but Sam had moved back in with Amelia, Benny was still in hiding, and Castiel…well, Castiel was a different story.

        As if the mere act of Dean thinking about Castiel was enough, with a flutter of wings the angel was there. Picking up Dean's blankets and tucking them around him. "Hello, Dean," the angel greeted, as if him doing this was completely natural.
        "C-Cas, what are- what are you doing here?" Dean stammered, tremendously shocked at how suddenly the angel had appeared.
        "You have a fever, Dean, and you have been vomiting an average of 4 times for every 3 hours," Castiel stated, as if that explanation was enough. Looking up at Dean, he must have noticed the confused expression that clouded the hunter's features, because the angel smiled and chuckled quietly at him. "You are sick, Dean."
        "Yes, thank you, Cas," Dean snapped, his tone screaming "Duh", but of course, the angel never picked up on the little things.
        "You are very welcome, Dean," the angel replied cheerfully, looking extremely proud of himself.
        Dean sighed, he loved the angel to death, but sometimes he wished that Castiel were a little better at noticing the little things like sarcasm. "What I meant was, why are you here?" he explained, praying that the angel would not say something along the lines of "because you're sick".
        However, Dean was pleasantly surprised when the angel replied, "You are my friend, Dean, and I'm here to take care of you." Dean snorted out a quiet chuckle, as he looked at the back of the couch, anywhere but at Castiel as the hunter's cheeks deepened to a crimson red. He felt like a little girl with a crush, blushing over Castiel calling Dean his friend.

        "Now, if you could remain here, I shall go find some supplies," the angel ordered quickly before he was gone again.
        "Where on Earth do you think I would go?" Dean yelled, even after the angel had disappeared.
        "Oh, I don't know, someplace you could consume enough alcohol to drink yourself into a coma," the angel replied, suddenly reappearing on the other side of the couch and scaring Dean shitless.  
        "Dude! How many times do I gotta tell you, don't do that!" Dean exclaimed, quickly trying to recompose himself.
        "My apologies," Castiel replied. "Now it says here that you are required to consume adequate amounts of water," the angel continued, tracing his finger along the page of a book that could easily be larger then the engine in Dean's Impala. On that note, the angel had suddenly disappeared, showing up once more next to the coffee table closest to Dean, a 24 pack of water bottles in his hand.
        Opening the package and remove a bottle, Castiel crossed the room and tapped Dean's knees repetitively until Dean shifted his body, rolling from his side to his back and resting his knees against the back of the couch, allowing the angel to sit down next to him:  right next to him. The angel cracked the seal on the water bottle and handed it to Dean, "This book requires you to consume this, Dean," he instructed.
        Dean accepted the water graciously and took a sip, shivering due to the cold water. Castiel moved towards Dean on the couch, tucking the blankets in all around the hunter and rubbing his shoulders to warm him up. Dean could feel Castiel's hip pressing firmly into Dean's rib cage, but the hunter did not mind. He found the angel's presence comforting. Dean continued to sip the water as Castiel mussed Dean's hair, only to straighten it back out the second he did.          
        Once Dean would finish a bottle of water, Castiel would hand him another one, and by the third bottle, Dean felt like he couldn't drink another drop. "I think that's good, Cas, I'd like to get better here, not explode," he joked, handing the unopened bottle back to Castiel.
        "Oh yes, of course, my apologies, Dean," Castiel mumbled, quickly becoming flustered as he went to stand up and put the bottle back. Dean's arm shot out though, almost as if it had a mind of its own, lacing his fingers around Castiel's wrist and pulling him back.
        "It's fine, Cas, seriously; now sit back down," Dean instructed, missing the warmth of the angel's body pressed next to his own. The angel walked back over to him, and ran his free hand through Dean's hair again, this time moving his hand all the way though and stopping on the back on Dean's neck, sending chills down the hunter's spin; this time the chills weren't from Dean's fever though. The angel leaned in closer, hovering over Dean, their lips inches apart from one another. "Cas," Dean warned quietly, reluctantly turning away from the angel. "I'll only make you sick," he mumbled sadly.
        "I am an angel, Dean, I cannot get sick." Castiel explained this as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, as he smiled and kissed the hunter anyways. The kiss was soft and sweet, yet it was still enough to set off fireworks in Dean's mind and in his chest, his heart skipping beats, yet pounding like crazy at the exact same time.
        It was only seconds before the angel pulled back, leaving Dean craving more. "Now, the book says that I am to cook and feed you chicken noodle soup," Castiel beamed, as he ran his fingers through Dean's hair and pressed his lips to the hunter's forehead for a few seconds, before straightening up. Dean groaned, "This can't be good," he though with a grin as he watched the angel walk into the kitchen, his trench coat billowing behind him.