Normally Castiel was quite happy to get out of his clothes but not right now, as horrible as they felt. He had just got his temperature stable again and he knew the air was cool. But Jo had this look and Castiel knew he wasn't going to be allowed to stay as he was. He slumped off to his drawer and pulled out a light pair of pants. He shamelessly stripped and dropped everything on the floor because pulling on the fresh pants and shuffled tiredly back to the bed.
He looked at it and frowned. "More blankets. Too hot," he muttered and swayed where he stood, refusing to get in.