Six Moments [ON HOLD]

|Moment 4|

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It was quiet in the library.

The only thing that could be heard were the soft swishes of turning pages, the occasional hum that left their mouths and their intermingled breathing.

Dean was sitting in a wooden chair, his feet propped up on the table as he studied and translated the ancient text on his lap. By his side was Castiel who had his nose deep in a book which was written partly in Enochian. Both had a cup of coffee placed on the table.

Castiel's hands left the book, making it fall on the table when he felt his nose twinkle.

He could only turn his face away from Dean before he sneezed loudly in his handkerchief, wiping his nose when he was done.

Dean jumped from the noise, not expecting it in the calm silence that hung over the room, and moved his eyes to his friend. When they settled on him, he gave Castiel a once-over, beginning to notice things he hadn't seen when he had entered the library.

His slouched shoulders. His shivering figure. The fatigue glint in his eyes. His pale complexion.

He placed his feet on the ground and the text right next to his coffee. "Hey, you alright, Cas?"

Cas waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry, i'm really—" He couldn't finish his sentence because out of the blue he started to cough uncontrollably.

Dean rose from his seat and ran towards the kitchen. After entering, he pulled a cup out of the sink and filled it with cold tap water before returning back to the library.

"Here." Dean cautiously set the cup in his trembling hand. "Drink."

The pale man lifted the cup to his lips, sighing placidly when the cold water filled his throat. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and finished his sentence. "—fine."

"Fine my ass." Dean scoffed with an eye roll.
"That's bullshit and you know it. You look like you're seconds away from fainting."

Dean took the cup out of his hand, placing it on the ground. He knelt before Castiel, who had to use all of his energy to stay seated on his chair, and put his hand on his shoulder.

"How about you stop working for the day and get some rest?" He queried, a plead hiding behind his suggestion.

Castiel smiled softly, his heart warming up by his concern. He nodded his head. "Okay."

"Good." He squeezed his shoulder, secretively sighing in relief when Cas wasn't looking.

Castiel lifted himself up, using the armrest for support, and pushed his chair back before he stood up on his own feet. The moment he tried to take a step forward, dizziness hit him and made him lose his balance.

"Woah! Easy there, Cas." Dean swiftly moved to his side and held his shoulders before he fell.

"I think it's better if i help you." He laughed as he warped his arm around his shoulder.

Cas nodded his head, agreeing. "I think so too."

Laying his arm around his small waist, he lifted and helped Castiel out of the library, through the long hallways, and into his bedroom. After entering the room, Dean dragged him to the corner, gently pushing him on the bed to free him from his pain.