Sam/Cas (set anytime where Cas is Cas) Sam is sick. Dean’s out doing important things, Cas shows up, Sam has to explain why he’s sleeping in the middle of the day. Cas decides he would like to take a nap as well. Sassy cuddles!
Castiel eyed the overgrown figure wrapped in swaths of covers, its eyes barely peeking out from underneath them. A series of harsh coughs racked through the blankets, and Castiel’s eyebrows furrowed slightly in a mixture of confusion and concern. Sam slowly pushed himself up a bit, and the rest of his red and splotchy face was revealed. “Cas?” he croaked out. His voice was a pitch lower than usual, Castiel noticed, and rough, as if his vocal chords had been run through by pebbles, making Castiel wince. “What’r’you doin’ here? How’d y’find me?”
“Bobby told me of your whereabouts,” Castiel replied, taking a few steps towards the bed. “He told me you were unwell since last you spoke with him.”
“He asked you t’check up on me?” Sam asked, surprise evident on his features. He had obviously been expecting to go through this ordeal alone. Since Sam and Dean had separated about a month ago, Castiel had been spending the majority of his time with Dean, assisting him on his hunts. Castiel felt an unusual pang of guilt
( ... )
Which was proved after a long, awkward conversation with a pharmacist about which medicines he should purchase for his friend. Castiel didn’t understand why humans felt the need to give so many names for one type of medicine - how was he supposed to know what “cold medicine” is? Wouldn’t you give that to someone with a sort of temperature deficiency? How did you know if a human nose is “runny” or “congested”? And how, exactly, were little candies supposed to lessen a cough?
Despite these bumps, Castiel managed to purchase a bag load of medicines (he decided to get the ones that treated both statutes of the nose, just to be safe) with the money Dean lent him in case of emergencies. Cas decided that Sam being unable to get out of bed should constitute as an emergency in his book.
With the remaining money, Castiel bought some food at a nearby store. The angel had absolutely no idea what would help the human immune system, nor did he knew Sam’s tastes. In the end, he decided to get a bag of nacho chips, a bag of
( ... )
Sam moved away, his eyes wide. “Cas, what’re you -“
“I’ve never slept before,” the angel confessed, a bit confused on why Sam was edging away. He didn’t think Castiel would hurt him, did he? “I might as well try it while I’m taking care of you.”
“Allll…right,” Sam said slowly, “But - you can sleep on the other bed, y’know. You down have to - um - actually sleep in the same bed.”
“Do you dislike it?” Castiel asked, unexpected disappointment coming from this rejection. Castiel wasn’t exactly sure where it came from, but it must have shown on his features, because Sam’s expression suddenly softened.
“On second thought…whatever. Why not.” Sam slunk underneath the covers and closed his eyes. There’s a trace of a smile on Sam’s lips, one that Castiel honestly hadn’t seen since the day they met, and the angel was filled with an unexpected warmth. He watched the human breathe in and out, this boy who had the entire world pushed onto his shoulders. This boy who had been abandoned by the ones he cared about most, Castiel
( ... )
This is ridiculously amazing. Sick Sammy is my favoriteeeee. I loved Cas feeling Sam's forehead but not understanding why, and the medicine (he decided to get the ones that treated both statutes of the nose, just to be safe = LOVE) and poor Sammy and his low rough voice and ALL OF IT.
Oh I love your Cas-voice! He's so adorably uncertain about what to get for Sam, and sleeping in the afternoon. And the Nacho chips and broccoli! Cas calling Sam a 'cursed child' and being all fond of him anyways!
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“Sam?”
Castiel eyed the overgrown figure wrapped in swaths of covers, its eyes barely peeking out from underneath them. A series of harsh coughs racked through the blankets, and Castiel’s eyebrows furrowed slightly in a mixture of confusion and concern. Sam slowly pushed himself up a bit, and the rest of his red and splotchy face was revealed. “Cas?” he croaked out. His voice was a pitch lower than usual, Castiel noticed, and rough, as if his vocal chords had been run through by pebbles, making Castiel wince. “What’r’you doin’ here? How’d y’find me?”
“Bobby told me of your whereabouts,” Castiel replied, taking a few steps towards the bed. “He told me you were unwell since last you spoke with him.”
“He asked you t’check up on me?” Sam asked, surprise evident on his features. He had obviously been expecting to go through this ordeal alone. Since Sam and Dean had separated about a month ago, Castiel had been spending the majority of his time with Dean, assisting him on his hunts. Castiel felt an unusual pang of guilt ( ... )
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Which was proved after a long, awkward conversation with a pharmacist about which medicines he should purchase for his friend. Castiel didn’t understand why humans felt the need to give so many names for one type of medicine - how was he supposed to know what “cold medicine” is? Wouldn’t you give that to someone with a sort of temperature deficiency? How did you know if a human nose is “runny” or “congested”? And how, exactly, were little candies supposed to lessen a cough?
Despite these bumps, Castiel managed to purchase a bag load of medicines (he decided to get the ones that treated both statutes of the nose, just to be safe) with the money Dean lent him in case of emergencies. Cas decided that Sam being unable to get out of bed should constitute as an emergency in his book.
With the remaining money, Castiel bought some food at a nearby store. The angel had absolutely no idea what would help the human immune system, nor did he knew Sam’s tastes. In the end, he decided to get a bag of nacho chips, a bag of ( ... )
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Sam moved away, his eyes wide. “Cas, what’re you -“
“I’ve never slept before,” the angel confessed, a bit confused on why Sam was edging away. He didn’t think Castiel would hurt him, did he? “I might as well try it while I’m taking care of you.”
“Allll…right,” Sam said slowly, “But - you can sleep on the other bed, y’know. You down have to - um - actually sleep in the same bed.”
“Do you dislike it?” Castiel asked, unexpected disappointment coming from this rejection. Castiel wasn’t exactly sure where it came from, but it must have shown on his features, because Sam’s expression suddenly softened.
“On second thought…whatever. Why not.” Sam slunk underneath the covers and closed his eyes. There’s a trace of a smile on Sam’s lips, one that Castiel honestly hadn’t seen since the day they met, and the angel was filled with an unexpected warmth. He watched the human breathe in and out, this boy who had the entire world pushed onto his shoulders. This boy who had been abandoned by the ones he cared about most, Castiel ( ... )
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This is ridiculously amazing. Sick Sammy is my favoriteeeee. I loved Cas feeling Sam's forehead but not understanding why, and the medicine (he decided to get the ones that treated both statutes of the nose, just to be safe = LOVE) and poor Sammy and his low rough voice and ALL OF IT.
Thank youuu ♥
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&hearts &hearts &hearts...
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