Imagine – Taking care of sick Cas
Word Cout - 1,077
Warnings – Sickness? Mentions of not liking appearance (it gets fluffy after so)
Pairing – Sick!Cas x Reader
“Y/N? Y/N are you here!” Cas yelled through the bunker, coughing after. He slowly walked up to your bedroom door and knocked softly, catching your attention away from your book. “Hiya Cas, um Sam and Dean aren’t here right now..” You noticed he looked really pale and tired, as if someone just beat him repeatedly. “Damn Cas, you don’t look so good.” “I think I’m dying.. My throat, it hurts. My stomach area is sore, as if someone just stabbed me. It’s hard to breathe through my nose, and I’m very … warm?” He said nervously, taking your hand to feel his face. You giggled lightly, making him feel uncomfortable. “I’m dying y/n, why are you laughing?” he frowned with glassy eyes. You stopped laughing when you realized how worried he was and brought him into a tight hug. “It’s just the flu sweetheart, you’re not dying. It’s a virus that can be cured with medicine. I’ll call Sam and tell him to pick up some medicine, okay?” You smiled, dialing Sam’s number on your phone while Cas went to sit down on your bed.
“Hey Sam” You said over the phone. “Hey y/n, everything okay?” “Yeah, Cas’s sick with the flu do you think you could get some medicine?” Sam laughed over the phone while telling Dean, then turned his attention back to you. “I didn’t even know angels could get the flu.” He chuckled. “Me either, but he’s got it pretty bad. Just get whatever you think is best, okay?” “Okay, stay safe y/n/n” You both said your goodbyes and hung up, leaving you and your boyfriend to yourselves.
“This is really … crappy.” Cas sighed, leaning his head back into your pillow while holding his stomach in pain. You awed and walked over to him, running your fingers in his hair. “You’ll be better soon babe, just get some rest.” You smiled, kissing his cheek after. “Y/N, can you help me with my coat?” You helped him with his coat and jeans, leaving him just in his white button up shirt and boxers so he could be more comfortable and less hot from the fever. “If only you were feeling okay” you laughed, looking up and down his body. “We’ll make up for it when I do” he smiled, making you excited.
You cooked your sick boyfriend some soup, got him a glass of water with some left over medicine from when you or one of the boys were sick and turned on Netflix. “Orange Is The New Black was really interesting” Cas mumbled while eating his soup. “Yeah, I guess a show about lesbians in jail is interesting.” You laughed, leaving him confused.
“Is the soup good?” You changed the subject, looking over and noticing the bowl was empty. “I guess so” “You should be a chef, y/n. You make incredible soup.” “Sam and Dean don’t like my soup” You pouted your lip. “I’m not sure how because it is delicious” He kissed your cheek after. Cas always knew how to boost your confidence even if it was just a little. He always wanted to make sure his special girl was feeling safe and okay, even if it meant just giving her tiny compliments every 10 minutes.
“If I had to eat only one meal for the rest of my life I would choose your soup.” “Oh, now you’re just being kind.” You snorted, while he looked at you seriously. “I’ll always be kind to you, my love.”
You both laid in bed in each other’s arms, resting your head on his chest and listening to the sound of his heartbeat. “Do you ever wonder why people made makeup, y/n?” He asked, looking over at all your makeup on the dresser. “Girls use it so they feel prettier, Cas.” “But you’re already pretty” He said looking into your y/e/c eyes with his sparkly blue ones. “But only with makeup..” You sighed, looking down at your lap. “y/n, I’ve seen you covered in dirt and blood, I’ve seen you angry, sad, happy, crying, and I’ve seen you kill things people have nightmares about. I’ve watched you while you sleep, making sure you were safe and in peace. I’ve seen you sleep with your mouth slightly open and hair messy, I’ve seen you sick, and so so many more. You’re beautiful to me, no matter what. I love you y/n, more than words can describe.” He said softly, lifting your head up with his thumb and giving you a soft smile.
You leaned in to kiss him but noticed he pulled away right away, breaking your heart inside. “Why won’t you kiss me?” You frowned, making him frown too. “I don’t want you to get sick, sweetie.” You laughed softly to yourself, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re worth getting sick over, Cas.” He shook his head. “But I care about how you feel y/n, I don’t want you feeling like this a day after too.” He kissed your cheek and hugged you tight while you hugged just as tight back.
“I’m so confused” he said out of the blue. You looked at him with confusion, letting him explain. “I was warm before, but not I’m cold, very cold.” You got up and went to put a blanket in the dryer to warm it up for him, leaving him to himself. Eventually by the time the dryer was done you came back and he was asleep in your bed, peacefully for the first time in what seemed like forever. He was hugging the pillow that always smelt like you with a smile on his face, bringing one on yours too.
The sound of the door closing woke him up, making you feel bad. “Sorry” You frowned, covering him up in the warm blanket. He sighed in relief to the feeling and moved over, inviting you to sit with him too. You laid down next to him and buried your head in his neck, sighing into the smell of his cologne. He wrapped his arms softly around you and laid his head on top of yours. “You’re such a good girlfriend” he said sleepily, making your heart beat a thousand times a second. “Thank you for taking care of me, my love.” “Through sickness and health, right?” “Always.”