#casreader

A fic for @impala-dreamer - get well soon!

R: idk, like teen
Ship: Castiel x Reader
Tags: Fluff, Sickfic, Cuddling & Sleeping
WC: 600

The sounds from the bunker are muffled and muted to your ears. A sneeze is working through your nose, ready to strike. If only it would throw out all of the gunk inside of your head too. The door to your bedroom opens.

“Dean and Sam are taking a hunt” hisgruff voice hits your ears. It’s like it clears all of the aching in your body. The door closes a moment later, and you hear soft footsteps moving closer.

“What’zit?” you ask.

“They believe a demon in Connecticut – Dean advised me to tell you that you can stay and rest, not to worry and… that… what did he say? Make her better Cas” he says, deepening his voice impossibly further as he mimics Dean. That makes you chuckle.

“Yeah, but you can get rid of this shit with a wave of your hands and a fart…” you trail off, sincerely hoping that Castiel will help you.

This is the fourth day in a row you’ve been stuck in bed. You tried to stand up yesterday, just to stretch your legs. Instead though, a wave of nausea and dizziness hit and found you falling back onto the bed.

It wasn’t until Cas arrived that you could actually lay under the duvet again, having landed half out of the bed when you fell. Since then, he’s refused to let you move – bringing you snacks, soup, drinks, even the television at one point. The latter does seem pointless at the moment, most of your time is spent asleep.

It may have more use once you’re able to stay awake for more than ten minutes.

“That is very true, (Y/N), very true indeed” he says, shifting to remove his coat and hang it from the chair in the corner. He rolls his sleeves up to the middle of his forearm.

“Tell me, (Y/N), how are you feeling? Is there anything I can do?” he asks, slipping his shoes off before sliding into the bed beside you. As you curl up at his side, his hand strokes along your spine for a moment. It feels as though his grace works through your body almost immediately, the aching, stuffiness and the sheer discomfort is almost alleviated.

“Just… stay with me for a little while…” you trail off. He lays a gentle kiss to the top of your head, stroking his fingers through your hair.

“…’m tired” you mumble, curling closer to him.

“If you would like to get some rest, I will remain here” Castiel says, always so reassuring. You smile slightly and wrap your limbs around him.

“Can’t move now…” you tease, though the weight of sleep is bearing down, and you find yourself falling asleep.

–

Soft snores fill the room. As Castiel looks down at you wrapped around him, a strange sense of comfort fills his chest. He can’t help himself as he lays a soft kiss to the top of your head. A slight wave of his hand, barely noticeable, and the flu begins to ease. Of course, you won’t know this until you wake.

But he knows. And he feels infinitely better simply for being here – holding you in his arms. He may not need sleep, but the warmth and comfort that you’re emanating are lulling him into a comforting sleep that he finds himself enjoying as he dozes off, wrapped up with you.

–

Morning comes and you feel so much better than the previous week. Cas is beside you, following you into the shower with wandering hands, and you can’t find it in you to complain – he’s earned it, after all.