In Boise, Idaho on the outside of a motel room stood Castiel waiting in the rain. He didn't mind the rain especially after sitting in Dean's car for hours. He closed his eyes and turned his face toward the sky and let the droplets of water caress his skin.

The motel door opened as Dean and Sam both stuck their heads out. "Cas?" Sam said looking out into the parking lot past the rain. Castiel looked up to find both Winchesters or whom he liked to call..his friends walk out the door under the awning. "What are you doing out in the rain? You might get sick?"Dean pointed out as the angel nodded and walked briskly to their side.

"I think something is wrong" Cas said suddenly as they all proceeded to the room. "How long were you out there?" Dean asked in curiosity. "Give or take a few hours." Quipped Castiel. "CAS! Its almost winter and you stand out in the rain! What the hell is wrong with you!" Dean yelled furiously throwing his hands up in the air. "I cannot fall ill Dean" The angel said as he felt Sam's hand slip over his forehead and cheek.

"You do now. Cas you're burning up! Lay down." Castiel looked at both boys questioningly before doing what he was told. And from there things went from 'bad feeling' to 'total shit storm'.

"Ok Cas. What have we learned?" Sam asked questioningly as he stood in the corner of the room.
"That I must accept that I am not a full angel anymore." Castiel replied lowering his head.
"And?" Dean butted in while he carried a damp washrag back to the angel to drape over his head again."That I cannot use this vessel alone to stand against harsh weather conditions."The angel Sighed. "It was of good-" He cut himself off before he started coughing again. It sounded like gravel in a blender set on puree`, it sounded painful. "Intentions…" Castiel finished. "Jeez Cas! We need to check your temperature again." Sam said.

"Really Sam? I think that's a little pointless considering he's still kinna angel. It was 104.5 degrees. Normal people would have brain damage by now." Dean replied as he lifted the bedspread over Castiel.
"Be happy you haven't gotten violently sick in the past hour." Sam threw in. "I am grateful. Believe me." Castiel deadpanned. "That was most unpleasant." Castiel said while turning over in the motel trying to find a conformable spot. "Please tell me when this illness is expected to diminish." The angel pleaded. "Whoa im not good with time frames, but I took care of Sammy all the time when he got this way and he was fine in few days.." Dean Smiled at Sam.

"I don't think you'll be up in around for about another week Castiel. Pneumonia is really dangerous and can sometimes be deadly to humans depending on the severity of the case. Yours is pretty bad I have to say." Sam said looking at the angel in sympathy.
"Your going to feel really sore after its gone too." Dean said nodding his head.
"Wonderful." Castiel could feel himself fading in and out of consciousness, figuring it wold be less stress on his vessel's recovery he gave into dormancy.
Deciding that letting the angel sleep it off was probably the best choice and they went and did what Winchesters do.

The angel woke from restless sleep half an hour later feeling worse than he did when he slipped away.
Castiel groaned but soon regretted it because he started to cough and eventually had to sit up so he could attempt to take a full breath.
Covering his mouth with a shaky hand the angel looked to find it covered in blood. His blood. "Dean?" Castiel rasped. Dean who was in the bathroom didn't hear Castiel's call. 'If Dean is in the bathroom, where is Sam?' Castiel thought to himself looking around for the younger brother. Moving the bedspread and extra blankets out of the way was like to him trying to swim in tar.
Exhausting and difficult.

Placing his feet on the floor he stood up swaying a little before padding toward the bathroom. The older Winchester was in the shower. That explained why Dean couldn't hear him, but not why the he was covered in blood. Feeling the coolness of the floor beneath his feet Castiel settled himself down to take in the chilled surface against his flushed, fever taken skin.
Listening to Dean's hum blend with the pressurized pitter-patter of the shower helped lull Castiel into a dreamless slumber. And for that he was truly thankful.

Dean stepped out of the shower and let the water drip off of his body. (a/n O.,O-drool) Reaching down to grab his towel he finally noticed the angel. Castiel was shivering and obviously scared of something, Dean couldn't help but smile at the innocence of his angel.
"Cas?" Dean said as he wrapped the towel tightly around his waist. "Castiel? Come on man. You gotta get up." Castiel's azure eyes lazily drifted open as he tried to sit up. "Dean." The angels voice was airy and listless like he had been screaming for days on end.
"I think something is wrong..I-" Once again the labored breathing and gasps for air stopped him mid sentence.

"Cas! Whats wrong?" Dean asked as he leaned holding Castiel close.
Castiel shot a hand to his throat and started to shake his head back and fourth. "CASTIEL!" Dean screamed. Hand still clutched around his throat he convulsed and thrashed about on the tiled floor beside the eldest Winchester. Blood started to pool around his lips as the angel opened his mouth trying to take even the littlest hint of breathable air. "SAM!" Dean called out, tears threatening to fall. "SAM PLEASE! ANYONE!" Dean looked back at the angel still thrashing but then abruptly stopped, as if by a switch.

Castiel lie in Deans arms streams of blood streaked his lips as he breathed shallowly letting the oxygen burn its permanent residence back into his lungs.

"Dean?" He heard Sam call. "Sammy? Sammy, in here. Help me." He said as began to pick Castiel up off the floor. Sam came in with a look on his face that didn't seem very surprised and helped his brother carry the angel to the bed. "What do have for me Sammy? I know this isn't normal. You never had a coughing fit and almost die so why did an angel?" Sam's only reply was to pick up off the nightstand beside Castiel's bed, a small burlap bag.
It had small intricate designs sewed into the rough, and clearly old fabric. Throwing it to Dean he says
"I found that in the impala's back were was sitting. But the spell already made him sick, so there was nothing I could do to stop that." Dean Groaned. "I hate witches!"

Dean looked at Cas who was now asleep on the bed still shaking. "My only question is, why didn't the damn witch kill him when he or she had the chance?" Sam sighed and shook his head.
"I don't know Dean, but keep a close watch on him. We need to head over to bobby's and see what he can do." Sam said watching Dean carefully.
"OK Sammy, but when we find the bitch that did this to Cas..I'll be the one to tear it apart." Sam nodded in agreements.
"I understand perfectly Dean" The oldest brother pulled the bedspread over Castiel for the second time that night. This time maybe the poor guy could actually rest.