Imagine Crowley...taking care of you when you're sick.

You groan in your bed. You could handle anything. Vampire, demons, ghost, and the list goes on. But you can't stop yourself from being sick. You groan once more. You were getting high-temperature. Your throat was sore, you could barely talk. It would hurt every time you cough. You had a chest pain. And you were as white as paper.

"Wow you look sick." You heard a voice. "And horrible."

You rolled your eyes before turning over to your side and seeing Crowley with a medicine in his hands.

"That's nice of you." You couldn't be bothered to insult him.

You shut your eyes because sneezing. Crowley looked at you with pity in his eyes. He put the bottle of medicine in his hands. And stepped closer to you. He sees you having trouble breathing. He felt sad. Even though you both share a love/hate relationship. He does care about you.

"Good thing I am here to take care of you. Now sit up while you get your medicine."

You open one eye to look at Crowley. He was getting ready your medicine. You sighed knowing if you don't obeyed you have to put up with him longer. He sat up and poked him making him glare at you.

"Just making sure it's you." You forced a smile. "I know its you."

He rolled his eyes and shove the spoon in your mouth. He took it out and pushed you down on the bed. You rolled your eyes and get comfortable.

"I am making you soup. Whether you like it or not." As he left the room.

You groaned once more. A week with the king of hell. This is probably the worst week of your life.