Hello my fine furry friends! This is just another one of those writers' block induced stories. I hope you like it!
Castiel looked at the notice again. He needed five hundred and sixty five dollars by the end of the month or he was going to lose the farm. Between Alice's medical expenses and the upkeep for his bee farm Cas barely had enough money to scrape by these days. Sighing, he finally gave in and penned down an ad for the extra bedroom he had in the rickety old farmhouse he lived in.
The reply came three days later. A six foot, bowlegged, sandy haired man sauntered up his driveway with a cocky smirk on his face. Cas raised an eyebrow at the man's strange attire. He was obviously a city boy.
"Hiya, I'm Dean. I'm here about the room" he said.
"Yes, if you follow me I'll show you"
The man, Dean, followed Cas up the splintered steps into the sparse living room. Cas blushed at the sight of his meager possessions. This city man must think so poorly of him. He led him through the kitchen and into the first bedroom. It was the bigger of the two and used to belong to his sister.
"This is where my sister used sleep until she developed leukemia and had to stay in the hospital. It's not much, the floor boards are a little loose in some places and it overlooks my smoke boxes for the bees so pollen might seep in occasionally but, it's all I have" Cas said.
"It's, it's perfect. It's just what I've been looking for and it's close to where my brother is going to college" Dean said.
Cas smiled sadly, that's all Alice had ever wanted to do. He must've had tears in his eyes as Dean lay a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, man, I'm sorry about your sister. How is she doing?" he asked kindly.
"She is doing well. We are currently waiting for a compatible donor, it may take a long time" Cas sniffed "Anyway, enough about me. How about I help you move your stuff into the room?"
"Yeah, that sounds good. So, what'd 'ya do around here?" Dean asked.
"I collect and sell honey to local supermarkets" Cas replied.
"Bees, huh? Why'd you choose bees?"
"I have always loved nature and bees. My sister wanted to be botanist and we'd spend countless hours outside. When she got sick I just kind of took up where she left off"
"Huh" Dean huffed.
They had arrived at his car by then. It was a nice car, 1967 Impala if he remembered his cars right. Dean only had a few of boxes, most of which contained clothing and some carpentry tools. Cas helped him unpacked and organize the room. Embarrassingly enough he had to extract quite a few jars of his honey, much to Dean's amusement.
"I apologize for that, it may happen from time to time. I produce so much at times there's not enough room in the kitchen"
"Dude, it's fine. Is it dinner time yet? I'm starved" Dean mused.
"Yes, I'll get it ready"
"Cool, I'll come with"
Dean followed Cas into the kitchen and perched himself on one of the stools. He watched Cas bustle between pots and pans preparing the food.
"Would you mind telling me a little about yourself?" he asked.
"Naw, I'm a carpenter and needed a change of scenery. My baby brother is going to be a lawyer, he's studying up at the local college. I wanted to be closer to him. We're only a couple of years apart and he's always kinda clung to me. Our parents died a little while ago and left us some cash so I'm taking a sabbatical for a while." Dean shrugged.
"I'm sorry. My parents left us at a foster agency when I was eleven and Alice nine. When our foster parents died they left us this farm. I've been struggling to pay the bills for so long I guess I kind of let the place go" Cas said sadly.
"Hey, no problem. I'm a carpenter remember? I can help fix this place up if I get a rent break every now and then."
"As long as I can get five hundred and sixty five dollars by the end of this month so I can keep the farm I'll do anything" Cas sighed.
"Five hundred and sixty five huh? I can manage that. Give me a couple of days to get settled and I'll go get the money." Dean said.
"Thank, thank you" Cas said.
"No problem, now let's eat"
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