Castiel's hands worked tirelessly. "Why are you working so hard at this? He isn't slated to join us for sometime, Brother." An angel with a clipboard stared scrutinizingly at Castiel as he continued undisturbed. It had been almost a century of meticulous work, and even though angels do not need rest, Castiel was exhausted.

From the mountains with their spider web like waterfalls and trees with thousands of leaves, to the dirt driveway and tall thin stocks of wheat in the rolling hills of the valley, it was tireless work, but everything needed to be in its place.

One of the most challenging things had been getting the breeze to blow softly and gently trough the thicket of woods. The Bunker had been another daunting task, especially working strictly from memory. He started with the main areas and slowly worked in more and more detail until it was almost finished. Time passed differently in this heaven giving Castiel time to be painstakingly meticulous.

He had just finished building the library, complete with every book he could remember. Getting the color for the wood had been a challenge but everything needed to be perfect. Some things had been his own additions, the painting of the red kite, the window looking out into the open field, the dock overlooking a crystal lake, A junkyard full of old cars, little things to make it feel more personal.

Some heavens were easy to construct, a simple memory or one moment caught in time, but for the righteous man, he deserved more. "Castiel, you don't have to do this. There are several hundred angels assigned to building heaven. Why don't you take a break?" The last few words died out as Castiel finally looked up to meet his sister's eyes.

"I need to do this."

"I never understood the devotion you had to that hunter, He does not deserve such unconditional love. You have spent far too much time among humans. Their emotions have infected you. You haven't been the same since you dragged that retched soul out of hell." There was no denying the judgment and scorn in her tone.

Castiel straightened from where he was painting blades of grass the correct sun-kissed green and rested his terrifyingly blue eyes on her. "There is no other being in existence that deserves my affections." The other angel blinked and swallowed, quickly disappearing without another word.

Building the thresholds to the other heavens was difficult and required the assistance of several angels. "I have never seen a heaven so closely knit together with so many others, are you sure this is going to work, Castiel?" they had worked for a long while but at last each doorway was connected worked without issue.

Finally left alone to work Castiel went about painting the sky, flecking it with thin wisps of white. The stars had taken more time than he had anticipated. Castiel had decided on leaving the weather in a perpetually warm fall day which meant making the sunrise and sunsets burn new artwork across the stunning blue each cycle of day. There was just one last thing needed to complete this masterpiece.

Getting the correct shade of black proved to be more of a task than painting the large winding river that wrapped itself lazily through the trees. After several different shades Castiel had gotten it just right. It had taken him several days to finish the impala but once he had he finally understood the pride and affection the hunter often paid to the car.

Castiel continued like this for several years, adding little things here and there until finally it was finished. He leaned against the hood of the old car and smiled warmly. His un-beating heart was nervous, and he hoped it would be enough.

A/n: I wanted to write something from Castiel's point of view, again a shorter chapter, but I am hoping to keep the switching between stories a little easier to follow.