Cas was anything but frantic or fearful from the information Michael had sent him a text about that morning. He was just upset that he was going to have to cancel dinner with Dean. It'd been weeks since he'd first moved in. He was picking up a few hours at the coffee shop on the weekends as of now, a few more every other day during the week. This morning, Michael told Cas that he was to still meet his clients, but cancel with Dean, or there'd be consequences. He'd meant to call Dean, but he'd forgotten to in between his last few appointments for the day. It was almost 10 p.m. Cas rushed inside.
"Anna's in the hospital. I have to go, Dean, I'm sorry- I have to change clothes, so I stopped here first, but-" Cas said, shutting his phone quickly, and jamming it into his pocket. "This dinner is so nice." He said, glancing at the fully set table, with pots of food that had steam rising from them, and a cute little teapot in the middle of it all. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, I have to go-" He felt absolutely terrible about this. "Dean, I am so sorry."
Dean let out a deep breath through a small gap in his lips, and ran his hand through the back of his hair, looking over at Cas from the counter. "That's alright, Cas. I'm sorry, yknow, about Anna. I hope she's alright."
Cas rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry too." He stepped closer. "I promise. Soon. It'll happen: We'll make a huge dinner, and go to the park and have an awesome day, all to our selves. I just have to close the last chapter of my life first."
Dean wrapped his arms around Cas and shushed him. "I love you, angel. Be safe."
Cas nodded, "Yeah, yeah. 'Always am."
Dean kissed his face, and let him drive off. Cas was on the highway, then on the street that led to the hospital. He groaned, pulling in. "I'm here to see Anna Novak. She was placed today?"
The woman grew flustered. "Visiting hours are already over, sir." She checked her computer screen, and grew worried. She'd never had to be the barer of bad news. "I'm so sorry... Hasn't anyone told you? She's already out, Sweetie. I'm sorry, she's passed."
Cas' brows raised. "Oh. Sorry to bother you, ma'am." He turned on his heel and walked out. The woman was concerned for Castiel's mental health at that point. Why wasn't he worried about his family member's death?
Nobody had cared to tell him that his sister had died? Yeah, he saw her as a burden, but he'd never said it aloud. He hated that her condition made his life a living hell, but he didn't want her to croak without them getting some sort of resolution. He chewed on his lip. Michael. He shot Dean a text. "I'm going to see Michael. If I'm not home by 3, come find me."
Cas stormed into the house, seeing them all grieving. "If it were me dying of cancer, you wouldn't give a damn, would you?" He spat at Michael. "I cancelled my plans with Dean. I let him down. The only person that's ever cared about me in the least bit, I let down tonight. Here's your fucking money. Here! Take it!" He yelled, throwing the envelope to the ground. "Take it!" He screamed at his older brother.
Michael stepped closer. "You're right. I'd let somebody else pay your bills. All you've ever done is disrespect father. All you've ever done is fuck things up!" He threw Castiel against the wall and pinned him there by his coat.
The others watched, used to it by now. They were hardly affected, but the blonde he called his sister, rose after a while a the screaming match. "Michael, just let him go. He gave you the last of it. The last of what we need for now. There's at least $5000 there. Just let him go."
"The last of it?" Cas said. "The last of what? There's plenty more to go-"
Michael shook his head. "It isn't for Anna's bills, you ignorant skeeze."
Cas didn't understand. "If it's not for Anna, what's it for, huh?" He shoved Michael, throwing him into the far wall. He broke the dry wall, and toppled to his hands and knees. He got up quickly. "What the fuck have you been beating me for ten years over?" He cried out.
Cas was tossed over the coffee table and laid out. His mouth had been busted open, clean. Blood trickled from his pink lip. Michael took his house key, and the credit cards from his wallet. "We need all we can get. I don't want him here anymore. Don't allow him back in. Brothers, help me toss his things out back."
Cas laid there on the floor until he felt hands on his face, which must've been hours later. Suddenly, it was bright, all around him, and he had a head ache. He was in the ER. He was cold. "Why are you touching me?" He squirmed underneath the breath of a few nurses. "I'm fine. Get off of me." He whined, sniffled and leaned away, standing up.
"You were dropped off here, sir. You can't leave until we've identified you. We need your insurance information." One lady said.
"Then stop touching me. I can't afford what you've done already. Get away." But, then Dean rushed in. "Dean!" Cas ran to the door frame. "Dean, are you alright?" He asked, looking up at him.
He laughed. Cas had looked like a child, awaiting their parent's arrival to the living room on Christmas morning. "Are you? What happened baby? I'm so sorry I wasn't there- Look at your lip! Oh, baby, your eye!" He held his face and kissed his lips gently.
"Drug money." He said, leaning against Dean. "He's been making me do it for drug money." His voice was low, and dry.
Dean shook his head in utter disgust. "He's not getting you back. I'm not letting him take you. We're gonna fix this alright?" He kissed his cheek and his shoulder. "You're bruised all over..." He hugged him cautiously. "Can he go yet?" Dean had been brainstorming all night. They were going to get a place, far from here, and find Ben. They were going to have a family.
The nurse shook her head. "His name's Castiel Novak. He's 28, and he's coming home with me. Here's an insurance card. Go nuts. Here's the copay." He handed the woman three times as much as he was supposed to, and collected Cas in his arms, walking in small steps in time with his, down the hall. "Come on, we're leaving." Dean said softly, comforting Cas. The nurses grew quiet, and shrugged. Unprofessional, but convenient.