Castiel appreciated the moving of his puppy to the couch with him, reaching a hand from under the blankets to pat Growley gently on the head both in thanks and to try to calm her. She seemed nervous.

He was startled, briefly, by Crowley's teleportation; normally he wouldn't be, but he was so haggard and fried that his senses weren't telling him what they should. At the comment about the popsicles he nodded and tried to respond, only to end up in a coughing fit that sent the bunny running and Abaddon waking up with a snort.

He gave up on talking about the desserts, then, instead focusing on the other thing Crowley had said. "Yes." His voice was surprisingly faint to his ears, and even raspier than normal. "Suddenly." He'd been doing alright until just a few hours ago, when his minor symptoms had turned serious in an incredibly short span of time.