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Title: Dr. Castiel
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Word Count: 748
A/N: This wasn’t requested, but I thought this would be a cute thing to write for all of you <3 <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3 <3
With Sam and Dean gone on a hunt on the East Coast, Castiel was left with you. Unfortunately, you were sick. Castiel wasn’t familiar with the flu, but he was sure it wasn’t life threatening to you. He made sure to watch you carefully.
Castiel padded to the kitchen after reading articles on your laptop about the virus. He was going to make you some toast to test your stomach. That was one thing the angel could do without setting the bunker on fire.
Once he prepared the toast, he walked back to your room. Castiel poked his head into your room, seeing if you were awake. He learned that humans rested more when they were ill. You were no exception. Netflix was streaming on your tv, but you hadn’t moved. Castiel took it upon himself to enter your room. He set your toast down on the nightstand nearest to you.