Cas drinks coffee. Dean's not feeling good.
A few days later, Dean woke from a short sleep. He winced and looked over at Sam, who was reading by his bedside. "Hey."
Sam lowered the book he was reading, and smiled at him. "Hey, how are you doing?"
"Still the same," Dean answered, closing his eyes.
"You're going to be alright, Dean."
"Ya should listen to yer brother."
Dean jumped in shock, and moaned in pain when the movement sent a shooting pain up his back. "Give me some warning you're there next time."
"Sorry. Do ya need a nurse?" asked the older man, rising from his seat.
"No. I-I'm fine."
Castiel walked into the room with two coffees for Sam and Bobby. He smiled when he saw Dean awake. "HeyDeanhowareyoutoday?"
Dean, Sam and Bobby stared at the angel. "What?" they asked in unison.
"Cas, come here," said Dean, waving him over.
Castiel walked closer to the injured hunter, and stopped when he was two feet away from the bed.
"Closer." When Castiel was leaning close enough, Dean slapped him around the back of the head.
"Ow." Cas stood back up. "Whatareyouhittingmefor?"
"I thought you were broken or something." Dean was staring at Castiel as he started bouncing on his feet. He sighed, and turned to the other men. "Okay. Who broke the angel?"
The two men looked at each other, before looking down at Dean. "We didn't do anything."
"What the hell is the matter with him then?" asked Dean, looking at the fidgeting angel.
Sam walked over to Castiel, and sighed when he saw the two empty cups. "He drank our coffee," he said, showing Dean and Bobby the empty coffee cups.
"W-What? You-" Dean turned to Castiel. "What the hell did you drink coffee for? I thought you didn't eat or drink."
"Iwas..." started Cas, but stopped when Dean raised his hand.
"Okay. Try to talk slower, so I can understand a word you're saying."
"Iwas curious," he said with a sheepish smile.
"Oh, for the love of..." Dean put his hand over his face, and sighed, before he turned to Sam and Bobby. "Rule one- never give caffeine to an angel. Rule two- Never leave Cas unattended."
Bobby and Sam seemed amused at the thought of the angel on a caffeine high.
"Didn't you ever hear that curiosity killed the Cas?"
"Don't you mean killed the cat?" asked Sam.
"No. I mean Cas. Because I swear to god, if he doesn't stop with the twitching and the fidgeting, I'm gonna kill him."
Castiel stopped, and sat on the edge of Dean's bed. "Iapologise."
Dean sighed, and winced again as the movement caused more pain in his injured back. "Sonof-"
"Deandoyouneedanurse?" asked Castiel, standing up from the bed.
"NO!" Dean waved his hand at the door. "Close the door, so Cas doesn't get loose."
Sam laughed, and walked over to close the door. "Dean, he's not a dog."
"I'm not letting him near the nurses when he's like that." Dean nodded at Castiel, who was looking around the room, moving his hands in and out of the pockets of his trench coat. He didn't seem to be able to keep still. "They won't understand a word he's saying. And with the twitching, they'd probably think he was on drugs or something."
"Drugsarebad," replied the angel, sitting on the bed again. As he looked around the room as if he had never seen it before, his left leg started shaking.
"Can you stop showing off that you can move your legs?" Dean asked through clenched teeth.
Castiel flinched, and jumped from the bed. "WhatdidIdo?" He frowned, and looked around the room. "Whatwasthatnoise?"
"Er... It was you talking, Cas," Dean told him, resting back against the pillows.
"Oh for... Nevermind."
Sam and Bobby laughed at the pair of them.
"Try to talk slower," Dean told Cas.
The injured hunter moaned, and put his hand on his face as the room suddenly started swimming.
"Hey, are you feeling okay?" asked Sam in concern when he saw Dean turn a shade paler.
Dean didn't answer, so Cas walked to the door again. When Dean removed his hand, he saw the angel halfway across the room. "CAS! Get your ass back here."
Castiel stopped, and turned to Dean, looking confused. "Ican't... Theass isattached tothisVessel."
Dean rolled his eyes. At least Castiel was starting to make a bit more sense now he wasn't talking so fast. "Get back in here. I'm fine," he said, taking a deep breath.
"Dean, you're not fine," said a worried Sam.
"Yeah. Ya look like crap, son."
"Hey. I never look crap. I... always look aw-awesome." Dean smirked slightly, but it didn't have the same affect as it usually did. "I'm f-fine."
Sam ignored him, and pressed the call button.
"Sam, what did you do that for?" Dean looked over at Castiel. "Don't let him talk to the nurse."
Instead of saying anything, Castiel went to stand by the window, the blue eyes scanning the scenery below him.
Dean watched him. "You're not planning on doing a head-dive out of the... window, are you?"
"No." Cas turned suddenly when a nurse came in. "Myfriend isinpain," he said, pointing at Dean with a trembling finger.
"You'll be in pain in a minute," Dean muttered to himself.
"Let's have a look at you then," said the nurse, walking over to the bed-ridden hunter.
Castiel walked over to stand beside the nurse, twitching. "Whatareyoudoing?"
"Castiel, let her work," Sam told him.
Cas didn't listen, instead he walked closer to the bed. "CanIhelp? Iam an angelofthelord."
Sam walked over to him. "Come over here," he said, grabbing his shoulders, and leading him away from the bed.
The nurse gave Dean some medication, and turned to Sam and Castiel. "Did he say he was an angel?"
"No. He's... uh... A good guy, who's good like an... angel."
"Iam arealAngel Doyouknowthe Demonnurse? AngelsandDemons don'tgetalong sogood," Castiel told her, looking around. "Shecannotcome inhere anymore."
"Cas, let the poor woman leave," Dean said, looking up at his from the bed. "You're freaking her out."
The nurse smiled back at Dean, before running out of the room.
Bobby sighed. "That's another nurse he's freaked out."
Cas pulled away from Sam. "Ididn'tdo anythingIjust toldthetruth TheDemonnurse isevil."
"I'll say. She was like.. L-Lucifer in a dress," Dean said quietly.
Sam and Bobby laughed. "For the last time... the nurse isn't evil. She wouldn't get in here if she was."
Dean didn't say anything, he just rested his head back on the pillows. He didn't want to tell Sam, but he really wasn't feeling so good.
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