A/n: So this story was never finished, and I just found it again now. It ends in a way that I guess you could say was intentional, but I did mean to do more when I was originally writing it. The whole thing is done, and there are only six chapters. No more will be uploaded, and since it is already written, I can't take any suggestions. Thank you and enjoy.

Chapter One

Castiel sat content on the porch in front of his wooden cottage. In truth, it wasn't really a cottage, as he lived there – just him and the bees. But it was a small, one room cabin, just enough room for him. It was built of massive, centuries old spruce trees and sat right in the middle of a green grass open field dotted with hundreds of white boxes. Those white boxes were bee hives, and they each contained hundreds of bees.

He licked his fingers, sucking on the sweet honey that presently coated them. The old wooden porch creaked as he leaned against a thick support beam to the overhanging roof. He lived on a bee farm, in the-middle-of-nowhere Oklahoma. He looked at his property – if he could really call it his. The whole place radiated serenity, and it made him feel the most at peace as he had in a long time.

The trees surrounding the field displayed their greened leaves proudly, offering a considerable amount of shade to the foliage beneath. Ivy climbed up the trunks, reaching desperately for even a toothpick sized piece of sunlight. There was nothing growing underneath, the trees all blocking the sun. Only a few dead shrubs and sticks protruded from the decomposing leaves that coated the ground.

There was something about living on the bee farm that Castiel liked. Something about the way the bees hummed as they worked, a high pitched song that most people would consider annoying, but Cas liked. He would follow them around, matching their pitch as they buzzed between the few apple trees and flower patches that also dotted the field.

The bees seemed to like Castiel. He liked to think that it was because they were the same, him and the bees. That he was just like them, collecting things and following orders for their queen, or, in his case, his father and older brothers. Maybe that's why he and the bees had a sort of mutual respect, an agreement if you will. Ever since Cas arrived at the farm, he hadn't needed to work for a single day. They collected their own nectar, made their own honey, even delivered some of it to Castiel.

Cas closed his eyes, the serene vision of the farm fading behind his eyelids to remember the day he arrived. It seemed like it had been so long ago, but it had only been thirty years.

"You're useless, Castiel. Too much heart was always your problem!" his older brother Michael had shouted at him. He had refused to cause an earthquake that would have killed hundreds of people.

"They have no reason to die, Michael. They have done nothing wrong," Cas had fought back.

"Everyone has to die someday, brother," Gabriel had tried to assure him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Castiel had shaken it off angrily.

"But not like that," he insisted. Michael shook his head. "It is not for us to decide what is and what is not to be."

"I won't do it, Michael. If you want to kill them, do it yourself!" he shouted.

"Cas, please," Gabriel started.

"This is not the first time you have defied my direct orders! I cannot let that go again without punishment." Castiel straightened up defiantly.

"Brother, please," said Gabriel again, this time to Michael. "Don't do this. He doesn't understand what he's doing."

"Enough, Gabriel! Leave us!" Gabriel looked at Michael pleadingly, and then his look changed to one of apology to Castiel and, with a flap of his golden wings, he was gone.

"I will not excuse you this time, Castiel. I had hoped I would not have to do this, but it is clear that you are not going to listen to my orders. I have set up somewhere for you to live, alone. You are banished from entering heaven, Castiel. And you are to use your powers as an angel neither for good, nor for evil. You are to be out of contact with the world as well, and any contact with any human is strictly forbidden. Do you understand?" Michael asked, trying to mask a look of regret with one of power.

Castiel was astounded. Michael had threatened banishment before, but he had never acted upon his threats.

"Goodbye, little brother."

"Michael wa-" Castiel was cut off when, with a snap of Michael's fingers, he found himself on the farm. Alone.

A bee landed on Cas' index finger, and he watched it crawl around with fascination, examining the black and yellow stripes beneath its fuzzy body. With warm and honey tasting breath, he blew on the bee and, after a moment's resistance, it took off into the humid afternoon summer air.

Cas probably thought about his banishment every day from the first day he got to the farm. More so at first though. It used to be that he thought about it almost all of the time, but now it was maybe once a day. He had forgotten some of the details. He wasn't even sure where they had been when Michael had banished him. In his memory it was simply the images of him, Michael, and Gabriel floating in a gray nothingness.

His blue eyes searched for the sun, intent on washing the memory away with the fire. He found it directly above him, beating down hot rays. He stared at it for a while. Unlike humans, angels could stare at the sun for as long as they wanted without fearing blindness.

The sun was burning ferociously, and Cas could make out tiny solar flares on the surface arching into the vast emptiness of space. He remembered when he had asked his father about the sun when he was younger.

"Their paths need always be lit," God had said, explaining its brightness. Everything his father did was for the humans. Castiel loved his father, and in consequence, he loved the humans as well.

Cas traced the sun across the sky, following its path until it was far under the tree line. The sky began to blacken, a few stars trying to fight the blackness when Cas finally decided it was time to go to bed.

Of course, since he was an angel, he didn't actually sleep, but the darkness unsettled him and being inside under an old quilt that was made by his-father-knows-who was very comforting after a whole day of being with the bees. He knew it was silly – being afraid of the dark, but somehow, it was one of the only things that kept him sane in his solitude.

Using the beam he was leaning against to pull himself up, Cas opened the heavy cabin door and stepped into a dimly lit room.

The floor of the cabin, like the walls, was made of ancient spruce wood cut into uneven planks. The walls were bare, except for a few shelves on the far wall that held several jars of honey and a single window to the left of the door that was blocked by heavy brown curtains. A small kitchen, consisting of an old wood stove with an old kettle to make honey tea on it, a sink, and a few cupboards containing more honey and some beeswax, was to the right of the centred door.

Tucked against the far corner of the room was a single bed, with an old quilt resting overtop. The rest of the cabin was empty, save for an old circular rug in the centre of the room and a lantern sitting atop a table in the kitchen area. The lantern never went out. That had not been Castiel's doing; the cabin was exactly the same from when he had first gotten there.

The whole cabin smelled of old spruce. Overall, the place was very homely for Cas.

He walked across the room, each step making the ancient floor creak in protest. Without even taking off his trench coat, which seemed to remain perfectly clean through all these years, Cas wrapped the quilt around himself, it smelled of honey, and laid down on the bed, closing his eyes.

A/n: Most of the chapters will be about this length. Thank you and the next chapter will be uploaded in about a week. Hope you enjoy it so far. Stuff actually starts happening in the next chapter.