Castiel Point of View
I stood at the foot of the bed, watching as (Y/n) shivered, her nose dripping fluids as she wiped it with a cloth and tilted my head.
“Are you just going to stand there or….” (Y/n) paused, her face scrunching up slightly as he pulled another tissue to her and sneezed rather forcefully. “Ow…” she whimpered slightly. I felt my heart ache, sitting on the bed in front of her and rubbed her back softly as she coughed. “Augh… if you don’t need anything I really would like to get some sleep…” she covered a yawn, burring herself into the sheets and turned her back to me.
“Might I… stay with you?” I asked quietly, putting a knee on the bed and gently put a hand to her shoulder.
“Just… don’t touch me…” she said quietly.
“Sam was touching you, why am I not allowed to do the same?” I questioned.
“Sam was a special case… I kind of broke and he was there, I wouldn’t normally cling to someone or even let them touch me…” she mumbled as her cheeks turned crimson.
“You “broke”? is your body injured?” I felt my heart rate speed up as I pulled the covers away from her, noticing that her clothes were still slightly damp and that the sheets were soaked.
“My body’s fine… it was my emotions… I…” she sneezed again, her entire body convulsing. “ I guess I got my father’s tendencies to bottle emotions…”
“I don’t understand… if you have your Father’s ability to suppress emotions then why did you “break”?” I scooted closer to her, putting a hand to her side and jumped as she jerked. She was running a fever.
“I’m part human, Cas, sometimes emotions over whelm me and I go somewhere deserted to get my emotions under control…” she shivered, not trying to pull away from my touch so I laid down behind her, rubbing my hand gently over her side.
“Is that why you were at the lake when I met you?” I smiled softly.
“Y-yeah…” she nodded slightly.
‘What could I do to make her more comfortable?” I thought to myself. “I’m going to leave but I’ll be right back. Are you going to try to leave?”
“I’m too tired to move…” she sighed. I quickly zapped to where Dean and Sam where.
“Did (Y/n) tell you to beat it before she kicked your ass?” Dean smirked.
“What do I do to make her comfortable?” I asked.
“What makes you think she isn’t comfortable?” Sam
“She’s shivering, her clothes and the bed are slightly wet and she’s really warm and has a cold.” I stated.
“For one have her change clothes, give her some of Dean’s, change the sheets or put her in my room.” He replied.
“Also you could heal her.” Dean snapped slightly.
“She is part angel, should she not be able to heal herself?”
“Who knows, no one’s heard of a half angel before. Just heal her, she’ll be thankful.” Sam nodded before I went back to her side, sighing as she jumped.
“I’m sorry.” I said quietly, leaning over her and put a hand to her forehead. “Did you get warmer while I was gone?” her forehead was hotter than before.
“Mm… possibly…” she groaned.
“Get up, you’re going to get changed and sleep in Sam’s bed.”
“Fine…” she sighed, getting up and followed me to Sam’s room.
“Stay here.” I left to rummage in Dean’s clothes.