He is waiting as requested outside the temple, settling on a step and totally looking miserable in his two jackets. Castiel had helped with the symptoms a little, but it was about the effect of Tylenol being shoved into his maw. Now he's already got a headache and it feels like his face is stuffed with kleenex.
But he's a fucking Winchester, ain't no flu-cold-fever thing going to knock him down. Gotta do what a Sam's gotta do, and that means grabbing herbs and getting his healing on. Or pathetically trying to, anyway. Whatever.]
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[Just don't tell Dean. :^|
He is waiting as requested outside the temple, settling on a step and totally looking miserable in his two jackets. Castiel had helped with the symptoms a little, but it was about the effect of Tylenol being shoved into his maw. Now he's already got a headache and it feels like his face is stuffed with kleenex.
But he's a fucking Winchester, ain't no flu-cold-fever thing going to knock him down. Gotta do what a Sam's gotta do, and that means grabbing herbs and getting his healing on. Or pathetically trying to, anyway. Whatever.]