When Gabriel first mentioned that he'd be giving him something, Castiel had thought back to how he had said over the bulletin that he could be a help with the healing process. He'd been a bit unclear on the details, but in the end, this turned out to be something else.

He didn't realize what Gabriel was doing until the rosary had been looped around his wrist, and for a moment Castiel only stared. If anything, this was a sign of their different worlds. No angel where he came from would have taken much comfort from such an item. It was the sort of thing that humans relied on to bolster their faith and soothe their spirits. Angels had no business with them.

But at this point, there wasn't much to be said, and so he only nodded. It was for the best, since at that point Kratos appeared.

"No," Castiel said with a shake of his head, "I think we're finished for the moment. Is there anything we need to do to prepare for the surgery?" His tone seemed oddly calm considering he was the one who was going to be cut open, but Castiel strove to not function on things like panic or fear. They weren't even emotions he'd been that aware of for most of his long life, so it was easy enough to set them aside.