“I’m sorry I’m making you stay home from school, Dean... I know today was dissection day and you’d been looking forward to it...” Castiel whispered, digging his face into Dean’s neck. Dean turned his head to press a kiss to Castiel’s temple as best he could.
“It’s okay, babe,” Dean whispered, “I can guarantee you that I wouldn’t’ve had any fun knowing that you were home sick with no one to take care of you.”
“No buts,” Dean cut him off. “I promise, I’m right where I want to be today.”
“Are you just saying that to make me feel better?” Castiel lifted his head to look into Dean’s eyes.
“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I was lying?” Dean smiled softly at Castiel and leaned forward on instinct to steal a kiss, but found a finger being pushed against his lips instead.
“I’m sick, Dean,” Castiel said, turning his head away to cough, as if for proof of said sickness.
“I don’t care,” Dean said as best he could with a finger against his mouth. Castiel turned back and fixed him with a look of loving disbelief. “Please? Just one kiss.”
“No,” Castiel said with finality. He maneuvered his arm back into the blanket around him and put his head against Dean’s shoulder, sighing happily.
Dean and Cas stayed like that for a long while, almost having a competition of who could stay quiet the longest.
“You know…” Dean broke first. “They say that physical activity is good when you have a cold.”
“Dean Winchester,” Castiel groaned, a smile forming on his face at his boyfriends antics. “We are not having sex while I’m sick.”
“But think about your health!"
“Oh my god,” Castiel laughed, “Is this because I wouldn’t kiss you?”
“What?” Dean feigned hurt. “Am I not allowed to just want to worship my hot boyfriend’s naked body when he’s sick without there being a reason?
“When I’m all better, I’m going to kick you.”
“Kick me into bed and let me love you,” Dean mumbled. Castiel only smiled.
