Hope y'all enjoy chapter two!

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IMPORTANT NOTE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER

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It had gotten worse. Way worse.

Sam could barely speak, and when he did, his voice was raspy and scratchy. He had trouble breathing when he was in certain positions too. And to top it all off, he was starting to get congested, and his nose was running.

Dean, on the other hand, could speak fine. Unfortunately, all he did was moan in pain. The older Winchester had a constant throbbing in his head, as well as that deep, can't-get-comfortable ache in his bones. And now he was starting to shiver, complaining it was freezing no matter how much Castiel amped up the temperature. All together, made sleep damn near impossible, and that made Dean cranky.

Overall, the mood had gone from "We can deal" to "Kill me now".

So Sam would nap in bed until he rolled on his front or side and couldn't breathe, and when he woke up he just read books. Gabriel brought him all kinds of books, hoping to distract him from that irritating congested feeling that made it impossible for him to relax.

Dean, meanwhile, was miserable. He left the TV on but never really watched it, just layed in bed, wrapped in blankets, and tried to sleep. Gone was the five year old on crack attitude of just a few days before. Not even pie, Cas learned, could bring him out of his funk.

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"Dean?" Castiel's voice was tentative following the flutter of wings. Dean grunted and rolled over, opening his eyes wearily. The angel stood there holding a medium sized white box, tied with a light blue ribbon on top. Dean sat up and leant carefully against the headboard, being especially wary of his head. Even a slight jolt could set him off. On the second day, he'd gotten up to find something to eat, had a killer head rush, and passed out cold on the floor. He'd awoken to Castiel's hand on his forhead, Enochian being mumbled as the angel drew invisible runes on Dean, and Cas' blue eyes staring at him, which was oddly comforting.

"What's up Cas?" The angel looked almost... embarrassed? He rubbed the back of his neck uneasily.

"I heard that humans eat food they find comforting when they are sick, so here." He dropped the box into Dean's lap and watched him from a distance, albeit a little anxiously. The angel seemed on edge, even tense. Dean wondered if it was something to do with him or some important angel business. He decided not to ask, because he was supposed to be resting, not freaking out over the next apocalypse.

He opened the box tentatively, not sure what to expect, but was pleasantly surprised. An absolutely huge slice of apple pie waited for him, looking delicious and perfect. He looked up at Cas, surprised.

"You got me pie?" He seemed incredulous. Dean wanted to eat the pie so badly, but he knew that trying to hold down more than water and saltine crackers would just result in him yacking it back up. Castiel took his surprise the wrong way and frowned slightly and made a move to take it back.

"I'm sorry Dean, I didn't know it would upset you. Here, I'll just-" Dean yanked the pie back before Cas could take it, a predatory look coming into his eye over the box of pie.

"No, it's fine, I'm just... not hungry." The angel watched him for a long moment, a look Dean couldn't decipher passing through his eyes, before nodding slowly.

"Okay. I'll save it for you."

Dean rolled back over, suddenly grouchy as hell, and punched his pillow.

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Here I am,

Rock you like a hurricane!

Sam moaned with what little voice he had left. "What the hell?" Rolling over weakly, he saw something he doubted could ever be burned out of his mind.

Gabriel stood there in heart patterned boxers, knee high socks, and nothing else, rocking an air guitar to the song. He danced around the room, even doing a power slide. He was also shouting the words along with The Scorpions. The archangel saw that Sam was awake, jumped on the bed, and continued to sing loudly along. Sam couldn't help but laugh. The thought alone of the messenger of God with an air guitar was enough to make anyone laugh.

"Gabriel, what are you doing?" He croaked out. Gabriel snapped his fingers, and suddenly he was wearing clothes and there was no music again.

"C'mon Samsquatch, I know you dream about waking up to me half naked on your bed." He joked, grinning in challenge as he sat down cross legged on the bed across from Sam. It had become his habit, to sit there whenever he came by.

"Yeah totally Gabriel, especially the heart boxers." Sam rolled his eyes before breaking off to cough. He held a hand over his mouth and when he pulled back, there was blood. The younger Winchester looked up to see two intense golden eyes staring at him, or more specifically staring at the blood on his hand. Then Gabriel noticed Sam noticing him staring and offered him a quick grin that didn't reach his eyes.

"Here." He said, holding out something. A pen and a notepad. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Are you serious?" He rasped. Gabriel leant forward and put a finger to his lips, and nodded towards the notebook. Sam rolled his eyes again but complied.

Is this really necessary? He showed the words to the archangel.

"Yes."

Why?

"Because it will hurt less. Duh."

I don't want to do this. It takes too long.

"Too bad. It's the doctor's orders!"

Whatever you say, Dr. Sexy.

Gabriel laughed. "Damn straight. So what do you want to do today? Read? I found a first edition Original Guide To Pagans, right out of the 1840's. Dried blood on the pages and everything." He waggled his eyebrows but Sam shook his head. "No? Wanna watch tv?" Shake. "Hungry?" Shake. "Well, what then?"

Sam hesitated, not sure how to ask. Eventually he wrote something down and held it out to the archangel, whose eyebrows rose in surprise.

I want you to teach me about angels.

Gabriel was silent for a long moment, considering what Sam was asking of him. Finally he looked up, a calculating and thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Why?"

Sam felt a blush rising to his cheeks but didn't know why.

I'm curious. And I figure the more I know, the better. Knowledge is power, right? Plus learning from you will be an interesting experience to say the least. And I just... want to. I can't explain it.

Sam bit his lip, then wrote one more word.

Please?

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So yeah! What did you think? What will Gabriel say? What is he planning? Will Dean ever eat pie again?!

Important note; there may or may not be wing!kink coming up, just a warning.

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