Requested by productofdestiel. Some sick Dean and sick Cas, cared for by Sam. And hints of Destiel are a plus. ;)

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Sam sat at the table in yet another crappy motel room, ignoring his older brother's rant about something that happened in the show Dr. Sexy Md.

"I'm telling you. Sam, that man is an imposter, and if they leave him on the show any longer... I am still surprised that they even let that man into the hospital after all that happened..." Dean rambled on, the longer he talked the more congested he sounded.

"I got it, you're pissed. Now go take a nap." Sam said firmly, looking at his brother in exasperation.

"But Dr. Sexy..." Dean argued, sniffling a few times, trying to breathe, but only sounding absolutely pathetic instead.

"It will come on again." Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"But I haven't seen this episode." Dean whined, even as each blink got harder than the last one. "Maybe a nap would be a good idea..." he mumbled, as he started snoring loudly.

"I... ugh... Sleep well, Dean." Sam said, relieved that his brother was finally getting some much needed rest. His older brother had been sick for the better part of a week, and it only seemed to be getting worse, but then again, sleep is crucial in getting better and Dean wasn't much of a sleeper.

He barely had more than a minute to savor the silence... Well lack of talking, when he heard the flutter of wings signalling Castiel had graced them with a visit.

"Finally asleep?" the angel asked hoarsely, before coughing hard enough to gag.

"Yep, sounds like you need some too." Sam said heavily, looking up at the exhausted angel in concern.

Cas shook his head, even as a strangled yawn slipped from his lips. "Angels don't sleep." he argued weakly, as he leaned heavily against the wall.

"Cas, lay down on my bed, before you collapse." Sam ordered firmly, standing up to help the angel before he could argue.

"Sam..." Cas started to say, before doubling over with a very harsh sounding cough.

Sam braced the angel, waiting for the coughing fit to end, before helping the man to his bed. "Just rest, okay?" he requested gently, relieved that Dean didn't even stir at the coughing fit.

Cas sighed softly, curling in on himself, as he fell into a fitful sleep.

Sam sighed softly, grabbing the comforter on the bed and covered the sleeping angel, before he moved to check on Dean. He could see how flushed his brother's cheeks were, and knew the man had an awful fever brewing. He also knew that the higher the fever, the more chance of vomiting, and if Dean was that sick, than Cas was probably just as bad... or soon would be.

He sighed in frustration, before grabbing two trash cans from around the room, putting one beside Dean on the bed, and one beside Cas on his bed.

He turned off the tv, sat down on the edge of Dean's bed, listening to his brother and his brother's boyfriend-to-be snore congestedly. He shook his head, as he thought about how close Dean and Cas were, and how much they pretended to be anything but.

He was deep in thought, so deep in thought, he didn't hear Dean start groaning and coughing in his sleep.

"Sammy?" Dean called out, a bit of urgency and panic in his tone.

Sam whipped around in surprise to look at Dean, as he helped pull Dean upright and put the trash can in his lap simultaneously. "Right here," he said calmly.

Dean looked at the trash can for about 10 seconds, before gagging and vomiting into the can loudly. He coughed, gagged, and vomited over and over again, barely having a moment to catch his breath between each heave.

"Breathe slowly, Dean." Sam said, quickly getting worried about how violently sick his brother was.

"C...c...c...." Dean stammered breathlessly, before vomiting again.

"Yes, you can, just copy me. In your nose, and out your mouth." Sam said, demonstrating as he spoke, in the hope that Dean was able to comprehend his instructions.

Dean looked at Sam with wide eyes, gagging repeatedly as he tried to copy his little brother.

Sam flinched as he heard, but didn't see, someone vomit. He looked at Dean in confusion, realizing a moment later that Dean wasn't the one that got sick... But then, who did?

"Sam?" Cas asked in a shaky voice, somewhere behind him.

"Yeah, Cas?" Sam asked, watching Dean practice breathing slowly without gagging, before turning to look at the angel. His mouth dropped open in shock, seeing that the poor angel was in a now drenched trench coat, that was completely soaked with vomit. "Aw man, Cas, let's get you cleaned up." he said sympathetically.

"I don't feel well," Cas said, as he paled immensely, and promptly vomited into his lap once again.

Sam tensed, shaking his head quickly, as he tried to figure out what to do.  Then he got an idea, jumped to his feet, disappeared into the bathroom, and returned moments later with a bunch of towels. "I know this may be a bit awkward, but I need you to strip down to your boxers, Cas." he said gently, trying not to flinch as the angel vomited down the front of himself again.

"Sammy, I think I am going to..." Dean warned his brother, as his stomach gave out after hearing and seeing Cas puke all over himself repeatedly.

Sam grabbed the trash can, that was originally supposed to be for Cas, and handed it to Dean in just the Knick of time. He swallowed convulsively, hearing Dean vomiting violently behind him, as he tried to help Cas strip out of his vomit soaked clothes.

Once all but the boxers were off of Cas, the angel started shivering so hard, his teeth were chattering. He looked down at his stomach in confusion, before vomiting down his chest, lap, and the floor in front of him. "S... sorry." he slurred, as even more vomit poured from his lips with no control.

Dean had taken to covering his ears and hiding his face, so he wouldn't keep puking every time Cas did. He hid under his blanket, as the warmth lulled him to sleep, and eased his aching body.

Sam sighed, finally making up his mind, that it was time to move the angel into the bathroom, instead of the poor man puking all over himself incessantly. He wrapped a few towels around the angel, before scooping him up bridal style, and carrying him to the bathroom. He put Cas directly into the tub, stepping back just in time for Cas to puke all over himself in the tub.

"Alright, let's get you washed up, maybe that will help your stomach." Sam offered, turning the water on to a nice warm, but not too warm, temperature. He slowly washed the angel up, ignoring the smell, as he started to shampoo Cas' hair.

"I got it, Sammy." Dean said suddenly, looking exhausted but less feverish.

Sam rinsed his hands off, and instinctively checked Dean's forehead for a fever. "Don't overdo it." he said gently, inwardly relieved that his brother no longer felt feverish. He retreated to the bedroom to clean up the mess, and try to air out the room for a bit.

Dean worked the shampoo into Cas' hair, massaging it gently and carefully. "I'm sorry I got you sick, Cas." he said softly.

Cas shrugged, yawning softly, as the warm water was making him sleepy. "If I hadn't kissed you the other night..." he said heavily, coughing hoarsely as Dean rinsed the soap from his hair gently.

"I'm glad you did." Dean whispered softly, knowing Sam could hear the conversation loud and clear.

Cas smiled softly, sighing in relief, as he leaned against the wall and looked at the exhausted man before him. "Ready for bed?" he asked, turning off the water.

Dean nodded tiredly. "Only if you come with, since I know you are exhausted too." he countered, looking like he was about dead on his feet.

"Good plan, one bed is easier to clean than two." Sam called from the bedroom, where he had changed all the blankets and sheets, gotten the vomit mess cleaned up, washed out the trash cans, and gotten new clean clothes for Cas.

Dean helped Cas out of the tub, and into the bedroom. He waited patiently on the bed, until the angel was dressed again, and climb onto the bed with him.

"Sleep well, sickies." Sam said tiredly, relieved as he saw Dean and Cas fall asleep together.

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Sam dutifully watched over them all night, but neither one vomited again, and by morning, they were only barely sniffling and coughing.

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