Chapter 35:

A/N: Hey guys. Really, really late I know and I'm sorry for the lateness but I've been terribly sick for the past few weeks. It's like one cold after another.

Also, I've decided (I keep doing this and I'm sorry) but this is not the last chapter. As someone pointed out (you know who you are ;) ) I still have some things I need to tie together and that's not going to happen in just one chapter. I'm thinking up to chapter forty should be good and no matter what I'm stopping there because this baby is getting long. :) I hope this is okay. :)

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I'm pacing and driving Dean crazy, I know it, but I can't stop. I'm nervous, scared, angry, and just plain tired all packed in one emotion so I can't sit still. It also doesn't help that a few minutes ago Dean left and got both of us some coffee that I ended up practically chugging down.

"Come on Cas, let's just go get something to eat. We don't even need to leave the building; we can go to the hospital's cafeteria." Dean insist, standing up and coming over to place a hand on my shoulder, stopping me in my tracks.

I turn to him, almost startled. "I'm not hungry."

"This surgery could take hours." Dean whines, looking like a little kid that didn't get his way. "Come on Cas, you need to eat something."

I rub the back of my neck, hearing and feeling my stomach growl with hunger. Fucking traitor. I think as I sigh. "Fine, but we stay in the building."

Dean's smile brightens the whole room. "Deal." He leads me to the elevator and down to the basement level. Soon we are walking into the cafeteria that resides at the hospital. "So, what do you want?"

I look around the great expanse of the room. It's basically a free for all. Food and drinks out in the open for your taking. All you have to do is pick something and go up to the counter to check out. There's also someone behind the counter in the kitchen to take your order if the food that is out to take is not 'appealing' enough to you.

"Um... I'll just have a tuna sandwich I guess." Dean looks at me as if I'm crazy.

"Are you crazy? That's all you're having?" I roll my eyes. "Fine..." He turns to the man behind the counter. "Do you guys do hamburgers here?"

"Dean, eventually you're going to have to be here for a carotid artery." I mumble but both Dean and the man ignore me.

"I can." He says, looking at Dean as if he is expecting him to order just that.

Low and behold, Dean then says, "Okay, I'll have that." I roll my eyes again. Dean picks out a table and we sit across from one another. We are halfway through our meals when Dean looks at me seriously. "So Cas..." I raise an eyebrow in question. "How are you doing... uh... not with the whole Elijah thing but with the depression?"

It takes me a minute for what he said to process. "Um... I'm fine, you know that. If I wasn't I wouldn't be out of that hospital."

"Yeah but..." I was afraid of this. "With everything going on with Elijah now... it's just... I want to make sure you didn't relapse." There's a long pause and then, "again."

I sigh in annoyance. "I'm not hearing any voices if that is what you are referring to."

"Okay." Dean says in defense and I just realize how the tone of my voice was harsh. "Not just that though, I mean depressed too."

I bite my cheek in anger and annoyance. "No I'm not, I'm fine."

"So..." Dean begins and I shake my head in disbelief. "You're not sad or anything with Elijah in here?"

"Dean," I snap. "I'm fine. It is your own fucking father's fault, not mine so why the hell should I feel anything but anger?"

Dean's hands shoot to the side of his face, palms pointing at me in defense. "Okay, okay, no need to get angry."

"Then leave me alone." I say, taking a large bite of my sandwich.

"Okay, sorry." Dean murmurs and he too goes back to eating. We don't talk again until we get back to the waiting room and the doctor comes out to talk to us.

"We managed to remove the abscess successfully but we'll only fully see the extent of the damage when he wakes up." She says, giving Dean and I a reassuring smile before walking away, telling us that she'll let us know when we can go back and see him.

"Hey Cas?" I turn to look at Dean. "Why do you think you are his emergency contact and the doc also said that he has no family on record for them to contact but what about his sister, Sarah?"

My eyebrows scrunch up and I tilt my head in confusion. Sarah, the girl that Dean dated, and the girl that Elijah said is his sister. What the hell? "I... have no idea."

"You know... I still have her number." I look at him suspiciously. "Only because I haven't deleted it yet."

"Why?" I ask, getting defensive.

"Does it really matter right now?" I back down but I make sure I'm wearing a face that says 'we're not done with this'. "I was wondering if I should call her and let her know what is going on?"

I look to the floor in thought. "Well..." My eyes go up to Dean's face so I'm looking through my lashes. "He must not have her on there for a reason right?" Dean shrugs and nods at the same time. "We should probably respect his wishes and let him decide whether to tell her or not."

"Okay." Dean agrees.

"So, why haven't you deleted her number yet?" I ask and Dean looks at me as if he was hoping I forgot about it.

Dean shrugs again. "I don't know... I just... I haven't really thought about actually sitting down and going through my contacts to delete them. Everytime I do think of it I'm doing something so I don't have a chance and when I finally do I forget to do it." I look at him unbelieving. "Honest Cas, I haven't talked to her in ages."

I sigh for what seems like the hundredth time. "Okay, I believe you... this time... but as soon as we find out if Elijah wants us to call her you are deleting her number."

Dean leans in close to me. "Okay, fine by me." He then pecks my lips and smiles as I smile back.

That's when the doctor comes out, walking over to us with a pleased smile on her face. "Elijah has just now woken up and he's asking for you," She motions to me. "Which is a good sign. We won't know the extent of the damage until a little later on, when he's able to move around and think more clearly. You can go and see him now if you want though."

"Yeah, yeah." I say with a smile. I then turn to Dean. "You coming or staying out here?"

"I'll come." He claims and we follow the doctor's retreating back. We go through a pair of double doors and pass a few empty and occupied beds. We eventually get to Elijah's however.

When the doctor moves the current and we step through, Elijah's head snaps towards our direction and a huge smile forms on his face. "Hey, how do you feel?" I ask.

He shrugs and smiles some more. "I'm no longer in pain but I think that's the painkillers."

We all chuckle and then the doctor begins to speak. "Elijah is going to need some intensive sleep so make sure he stays calm and relaxed and please, don't stay too long."

"We won't." Dean agrees and we watch the doctor leave.

I step up to Elijah's bed. "You gave me quite the scare... again." I say, sitting down on the edge.

"I'm sorry." He apologizes. "I really didn't think anything was wrong you know?"

"I know just..." I begin. "The next time you're in so much pain, tell me so I can take better care of you."

"I don't need you taking care of me." Elijah claims.

I sigh. "And that kind of mindset is what almost got you killed."

"I'm sorry." He says again and then looks to Dean. "Thank you for coming and helping Castiel out with getting me to the hospital."

"No problem." Dean answers and I hope, really hope, that maybe Elijah and him could form a mutual friendship. "It's not like I was going to just leave you to die... though now I have a lot to explain to my boss."

"Will he understand?" Elijah asks him, looking guilty.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Dean says then turns to me. "In fact I should probably call him and explain things." Dean then gets up and walks out of the room, digging his cell phone out of his pocket and looking at it to dial his boss.

I look at Elijah and give him a smile. "So... I have a question for you." He looks at me in confusion and then nods his head to tell me to ask away. "How come when you were telling me about your family you said you were an only child and now I'm your emergency contact with no family listed when Sarah is your sister?"

He gets a look of recognition on his face and nods in understanding. "Oh yeah... I did introduce her as my sister didn't I?"

"Uh... yeah." I say. "So now I'm really confused, could you explain it to me?"

"Yeah..." He looks down at the bed, eyeing his sheet covered legs. "You see, she's technically not my sister."

"What?" Now I'm really confused.

"She's was an orphan and my family fostered her." He explains. "My mom started it so I've known her since she and I were in diapers. I got so used to her being around that I just started calling her my sister and introducing her as my sister. When I introduced her to you I didn't think about explain things, didn't even cross my mind."

"So she's not a biological sister and your family never adopted her so she never really was you legal sister?" I clarify.

"Right." He says and continues. "My dad thought of her as his little princess, she could do no wrong."

I look at him with sympathy. "He never beat her or anything, did he?"

Elijah shakes his head. "Not once, he wouldn't lay a hand on her. My dad loved her with all his heart; took care of her, brought her places, bought her presents on her birthday and Christmas... total opposite of me. All I was to the bastard was boy toy that no one would listen to if I started talking."

"I'm sorry Elijah." I say and he scrunches up his face.

"Eh, it was a long time ago." He says.

"I have another question though." I announce and he looks at me. "How come she's not your emergency contact then?"

Elijah chuckles dryly. "Yeah, when Dean broke up with her apparently he told her why and because I was dating you at the time and Dean broke up with her to get back with you, she stopped talking to me."

"Well isn't she a bitch?" I shake my head in disappointment.

"She's always been a little self centered but I think that has a lot to do with the fact that my dad spoiled her." Elijah concludes. "So, I took her off the emergency contact information and put you on. I hope you don't mind."

I shake my head no. "No, no, of course not. In fact I'm honored, thanks."

He smiles at me. "You were the next logical person and besides, you're basically the only person I can really count on."

I smile back and that's when Dean comes back. "Oh Dean, just in time. Apparently, Sarah is a foster of the Dongoski's not an actual sibling."

"Oh really?" Dean says, surprise evident on his face.

Elijah smiles at Dean. "So you were wondering too?"

"He's the one that brought it up." I admit.

"I just got confused that's all." He says with a smile. "So, why'd you say she is your sister then?"

"Well," Elijah begins. "I grew up with her for as long as I can remember, I just started calling her my sister and I never think about clarifying things when I introduce her to anyone."

"She didn't even tell me." Dean pouts and we all chuckle."Well, at least you seem fine, bit tired maybe."

"Yeah, I am feeling a little groggy." Elijah reluctantly says.

I stand and squeeze his shoulder with a smile. "We should probably let you sleep then."

"Hey Castiel," I look at him as Dean makes his way to the door. "thanks."

I smile again and walk to the door only to stop short and turn around. "You can call me Cas if you want, you know?"

Elijah smiles. "Okay… Cas."

I smile one last time and walk out, feeling rejuvenated now that I know, finally, Elijah will be okay.

A/N: So like I said up top, this is NOT the last chapter so be looking out for more. Also, I hope the thing with Sarah is okay. I messed up on saying Elijah was an only child and I had to fix it somehow. Thanks for reading. :)