The heat was overpowering and Dean was struggling to handle it any longer. Cupping the cool, refreshing liquid in his shaking hands he attempted to drown his flushed face, drenching his febrile features again and again. He clutched the grubby sides of the motel sink and stared at the unfamiliar man returning his distressed gaze, a small sigh escaping from his trembling, dripping lips. Closing his weary eyes Dean rested his confound head against the smeared mirror; sensing the rushing droplets of sweat and water combined sizzle against his flustered skin. The sound of banging on the locked bathroom door erupted Dean's trail of thought forcing him to stumble backwards; rubbing his temple with two fingers and a thumb. A familiar voice leaked reassuringly through the rugged, paper thin door as Dean's fingers trailed down to the bridge of his nose and squeezed lightly "Dean? Are you ok in there?"

Rubbing his clammy palm against his closed, tired eyes; thoughts turned to how the hell he was going to rid himself of the concerned, bewitching angel on the other side of the door; he couldn't stay here with him, just being in his presence was driving him crazy and the worst part of this was that that stupidly attractive man has no idea how Dean was drawn to him. Dean heard the door handle turn hastily, but it failed to open as the distressed, perplexed angel repeated. "Dean?"

Heart sinking, Dean returned his hands to their previous position on the side of the discoloured sink, despite his eyes being heavy with burden he managed to reluctantly force the tiresome lids open ready to answer his apprehensive crush. Shifting his weary body he unwillingly unlocked the door, nudging it open and weakly leaning agianst the feeble frame; a rasied arm wedged between his drooping head and the wall; his hair matted and stuck together as he gingerly raised his head to meet Castiel's troubled gaze with a simulated smile.

He didn't return the smile, in fact Castiel's face was pained with worry; the lines on his forehead becoming progressively deeper and Dean could see that he wasn't in the mood for any deferment as he spoke. "Dean, what's the matter? Are you feeling nauseated?"

Dean's smile faded rapidly as he racked his brain for an abrubt answer that would buy him as much time as possible in order to escape the enchanting spell Castiel had him under. "Erm... Yeah."

Almost instantaneously Dean felt Castiel's tender, caring hand press against his sweaty, forehead, which increasingly enhanced the heat to his delecate touch. Dean could feel his heart pounding at what felt like a hundred miles per hour, caused by the desired contact; he could tell that Castiel had become continously worried as his temperature kept rising and felt like he was going to burn a hole through Castiel's consoling hand. Head spinning Dean pulled away trying to distance the uncontrollable feelings he felt for his beloved angel, but the next thing he knew Castiel was inches away from him with an arm securely looped around his tense body, the other on his rigid shoulder, trying to hoist him onto the comforting double bed.