Cas x Reader

Prompt: "You can't eat solids, only liquids until Thursday."

"Damn it Cas!" Dean yelled as he left the fallen Angel's bedroom, shaking his head. Seeing you standing there, half in and out of your own bedroom, Dean smiled wickedly. "It's your turn to care for the baby in a trench coat."

"Dean, you know how I feel about you calling him that." You argued. Cas was anything but a baby, even when his powers were stripped from him, like they were now. "But fine, I'll take care of him."

Getting what he wanted, Dean turned and walked away, throwing parting words over his shoulder. "Oh, and Y/N? He refuses to follow any of the doctor's directions. Thinks he knows best."

Reaching in, you turned off your light, a night of relaxing in bed and reading your new story being thrown out the window. But truthfully? You didn't mind. You really liked Castiel, and you would take any excuse to spend more time with him.

Walking down the hallway, you stood in Castiel's doorway, watching with a frown as the once powerful man wobbled on unsteady legs towards his dresser, where a peanut butter and jelly sandwich sat. Reaching for it, it was almost all the way to his mouth when you stopped him.

"Cas, what are you doing?" You asked him, and he froze in his spot, his eyes fluttering to the side, seeing you standing there. "You can't eat solids, only liquids until Thursday." You reminded him.

"That doctor has no idea what he's talking about." Cas argued. "My body is stronger than that of most humans, and shouldn't require the same care."

"Cas, you had a nasty infection, which has messed with your body. Please, don't push it and make yourself worse." You started to say, but with a defiant glare he shoved half of the sandwich into his mouth, his cheeks bulging with bread and peanut butter. "Cas." You muttered, knowing this was only going to come back and bite him in the butt.

"See, I'm fine!" He mumbled, his mouth still full. Finishing off the sandwich in two bites, he carefully made his way back to the bed, his face uncharacteristically pale and clammy. Laying down, he pressed a hand to his stomach, no doubt feeling the after effects.

"Ugh, I don't feel good." He muttered.

"Duh." You said not very nicely, feeling horrible when his pleading blue eyes landed on you. Walking over, you brushed his damp hair back from his face. "The rules are to help you heal, not to just be mean."

Without a word, Cas was jumping from the bed, racing to the bathroom. Following behind, your heart broke for the Angel who was leaning over the toilet, emptying his stomach of the pb&j. With nothing else to do, you rubbed his back soothingly as he continued to heave. This had to be hard for him. As an Angel, he didn't have to deal with illnesses, and these were all new emotions for him.

With a groan, Cas collapsed backward, leaning into your arms, and you relished the feel of Cas in your arms, even if it was because he was sick. "Thank you." He whispered, as you glanced down at him.

"Of course." You told him. "I care for you. A lot. You don't need to go through this alone."

"Stay with me." He pleaded. "At least the night?"

"Sure." You answered, helping your angel to his feet, and back to his bed. Slipping under the covers with him, you held him tight to you, hoping he would get better quickly. But at the same time, wanting to keep him in your arms, where you knew he belonged.