She noticed the grimace, and smirked just a little. "Don't worry - when it comes to medicine the worse it tastes, the better it is for you." She sent him another smile, then headed to the door. "Try to sleep. It'll take about an hour or so to get it just right." That being said, she slipped out of the room and headed back down to the kitchen to start the soup.
An hour later, she returned, carrying a tray that held a large bowl of chicken soup and a glass filled with ginger ale. She edged her way into the room carefully, then glanced over to him as she made her way to the bed to see if he was awake. His eyes were closed, so she set the tray next to the medicine and reached out to lay the back of her hand against his cheek to check his temperature.
"Cas? Wake up...it's time for you to eat something."