Requested by fandomwriter11. I'm so sorry it took me so long to write. I hope you like it though. Happy Mother's Day to all my fellow mommas!
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You and Balthazar had been working together for over three years, truly trusting and caring for one another in all aspects. The only thing left was for you two to start dating, which Dean and Sam had hinted at a few times much to your chagrin.

You push your hair out of your eyes, as it falls in your face, while you pack up your weapons for the hunt you couldn't get out of. You look over at your lump of a partner, shivering through a deliriously high fever. He had taken ill that morning, coughing himself hoarse and curled up in  bed weakly before lunch, which is when you got the call.

"Balth?" you ask softly, walking around the bed to check on him.

Balthazar rolled over and looked at you through glassed over eyes, looking beyond miserable.

"Wha?" he mumbled weakly, covering his mouth with his blanket as he started coughing hard.

You waited until he could breathe again. "You're getting worse. I don't think I should leave you alone" you say thoughtfully.

"I'll be okay," Balthazar whispered, snuggling deeper into the comforter. Beads of sweat could be seen on his brow, indicating his fever was rising.

"I leave you here like this, you could spontaneously combust before I get back." you say seriously in concern.

Balthazar giggled, shaking his head playfully. "Nuh-uh..." he said, dissolving into laughter.

You rolled your eyes at his antics, sighing before texting Sam.

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'Need a babysitter.' you send him, knowing Balthazar was in no condition to be alone.

'For who?' Sam sent back, waiting to tell Dean until he knew more.

'Balthazar is really sick: high fever, coughing, shivering, think vomiting soon.' you send in return.

Sam shook his head, before yelling for Dean. "Got us a babysitting job. Sick angel." He says, packing supplies for them and taking care of the angel too.

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Sam and Dean arrived in record time, missing you by 2 hours as you had no choice but to leave.

The first thing they noticed was random scribbles on the walls and no Balthazar to be seen.

"Don't make me zap you here, Balthazar." Dean warned, after he and Sam had already tried looking for him.

Balthazar zapped into the room, staggering weakly to the left, then the right, before collapsing on the bed in an eruption of giggles.

Dean blinked in confusion looking at Sam, who looked equally confused.
"Are you drunk?" Sam asked, worried about the uncontrollable laughter coming from the normally serious angel.

"Nope... YIN said I was feverish. 103.1, last helshe checked." Balthazar said, gigglingfor no reason.

"I see why helshe wanted a babysitter. How are you feeling?" Sam asked, as Dean examined the odd wall markings.

"Dizzy, nauseous, tired, confused, and my throat and head hurts. Like my wards?" Balthazar asked Dean, sounding quite proud of himself.

"Lay down, you over-grown bird, I'll help with your wards." Dean said, muttering to himself about angels not being educated about enough.

Sam grabbed the thermometer and checked Balthazar's temperature on his forehead, once the angel laid down.

"Still 103. I'm surprised he hasn't gotten sick yet." Sam observed, watching as Balthazar dozed off.

"What was that?" Dean asked, finishing the wards quickly.

"Once a fever hits 101 your body is likely to vomit, like a lot of the time." Sam quoted off what he had researched.

"Yeah, maybe he is lucky and won't get sick at all." Dean said, with a shrug, as they watched BaIthazar sleep.

Balthazar slept for about 5 minutes straight, before hanging his head off the side of the bed and heaving out of nowhere.

"Crap." Dean snapped, grabbing an extra blanket for the floor and a bin for the puking angel.
He laid the blanket on the floor and put the bin on top of it, hoping to limit the mess.

Sam sat on the bed beside the angel, holding him upright and patting his back. "You're okay, slow breaths when you can." he encouraged.

Balthazar flipped Sam the bird between heaves, especially, as he started vomiting mainly alcohol and bile.

"Do you ever eat food?" Dean asked rhetorically, knowing the angel wasn't in the condition to answer.

"Screw you," Balthazar spat, as he finally got a break in the heaving. "Food doesn't do anything for me, and only copious amounts of alcohol can make me drunk, but the flavor of wine is pleasant." He grumbled, glaring at the bin as if it had personally betrayed him.

Dean came forward and grabbed the bin, took it to the bathroom, washed it out, and returned with it to the angel's side quickly.

"How you feeling?" he asked, noticing that Balthazar was laying down beside Sam and didn't appear to be offended by the younger hunter's presence.

Balthazar groaned in response, closing his eyes and going silent.

Sam moved to get up, being careful not to jostle the bed too much, when a hand grabbed his arm and latched on tightly.

"Stay please." Balthazar pleaded, not wanting to be left on the bed alone, even if they were still in the room with him.

"Sure, I can stay," Sam said gently, scooting back against the headboard, surprised when Balthazar curled up on his chest.

"Is this okay?" Balthazar asked in an exhausted voice. He was starting to look more and more worn down, making him look weaker by the moment.

"Sure, if you are comfortable, I am fine." Sam said, watching the angel relax and sink into an exhausted sleep at his words.  He looked up at Dean, who looked amused.

"Want to talk about something, Sam?" Dean asked teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

Sam rolled his eyes, before shaking his head. "Shut up, Dean." He said with a glare, settling back for what he had a feeling would be a long afternoon.

After about an hour of the angel sleeping, Balthazar started becoming restless in his sleep, as he broke out in a full body sweat.

"I think his fever..." Sam started to say, but was silenced by a moan from the still sleeping angel.

"No... Y/N... Please... Take me, I'm an angel! No! Y/N!" Balthazar screamed hoarsely, shooting upright, looking around in confusion, as recognition dawned on him and he laid down on Sam's chest again.

"You okay, Balthazar?" Sam asked gently, rubbing the angel's back lightly to be comforting.

Balthazar nodded briefly, then shook his head quickly.

Sam grabbed the bin, pushed the angel upright, put the bin in the man's lap, and supported him, as the poor sick man lost his fight and gave himself over to the heaves that wracked his form. "You got this, slow breaths when you can. Dean, a glass of water, before he gets dehydrated.... or did you bring pedialyte?" He asked, looking at his brother briefly.

Dean grabbed a bottle of pedialyte and handed it to Sam, and swapped for a clean bin when the angel got a break. "You remembered he likes the sugary stuff." Dean said, retreating to wash the dirty bin.
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Balthazar curled into Sam, exhausted, after the younger hunter forced some pedialyte down his throat, and fell instantly asleep. He alternated back and forth, between sleeping, drinking pedialyte, and vomiting until you got home the following day at around midnight to find two exhausted hunters and a very sick angel.

You walk in the door to find Sam and Balthazar on the bed, and Dean on the chair, no one even noticing that the door had been opened, which made you really nervous.

"Guys?" You ask nervously, not wanting to stress anyone out.
Dean shot to his feet, gun in hand, relaxing when he saw you. "Oh hey, Y/N, how was the hunt?" He asked, putting his gun on the table.

"Fine, no injuries, thank Chuck." You say with a smile. "How is Balthazar?" You ask, noting the smell of vomit is really strong in the air.

"Peachy. He's been puking every hour or two, on the dot since yesterday." Dean said, looking at the clock. "He'll be up to do it again soon, so if you want to help him, he'd love to know you're okay." He added.

Sure enough, five minutes later, Balthazar wakes up, struggling to get to the bin that is suddenly in his lap thanks to you putting it there.

"Y/N?" He chokes out, vomiting heavily back to back, before he can speak more clearly. "Are you home?" He asked hoarsely.

"Yeah, I'm home, you need to get better. I need my partner back." You day, earning an exhausted smile from the angel.

Sam climbed off the bed and stretched, before he and Dean slipped from the room secretly, leaving you and your angel alone again.

You climb into bed with your angel, snuggling close, grateful you had taken a shower at a friend's house before coming home to your poor sick angel. "Sleep and get better, Balthazar." You say sweetly, nodding off once he does.
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It took an extra day for the vomiting to stop, but once it did, you were both itching to hunt again, and joined Sam and Dean on a vampire coven take down.

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