Word count: 253
Genre: Character-study
Rating: worksafe
Prompt: Castiel, bees. Kinda spoiler-ish for season 7 finale.
It had taken some time, but finally, after a week of sitting outside the hive, the bees had accepted his presence and attempts at communication. And now that they finally had, Castiel couldn't find it in him to leave; the collected mind of the swarm reminded him too much of home, the thousands of humming voices and jumbled thoughts making him feel closer to his home, to his brothers and sisters, of who so many had been lost, than he had in a long, long time.
But then, he felt the thrill of electricity in what remained of his grace that meant he was being summoned, together with the familiar feel of Dean Winchester's soul reaching out to him. And as much as he wanted to forget, as much as he wanted to simply lose himself in his Father's beautiful creation, there was one thing which always had come before his own desires (or, well, before everything really), and that was Dean.
He sighed, and rose from his week-long sitting position, trying to shush the bees off of him as he prepared for the flight to Dean's side. But the little workers didn't want to let go, and kept crawling up and down his limbs as he stretched his arms over his head and cracked his shoulders. Ah, well. It wasn't like they'd weigh him down much, and he could always return them to their home after he'd told Dean, once more, that he simply did not fight anymore.
He watched the bees.