Flaxen fuzz lined with black, diaphanous wings that fluttered and flapped in rapid succession, Castiel was plagued with a fascination of Bees. The way their hives operated, the selfless nature of the individual worker-bee, for the better of the colony, for the Queen Bee. It reflected the mechanics of Heaven, but at least the bees knew where their ruler was. Their loyalty had cause, Castiel couldn’t say the same for himself.

In his almost omniscient eyes, he pin pointed the place where hives tended to cluster. An elegant pot of Asters outside of a picturesque small flower shop. The flowers buzzed softly with the swarming colonies, little fuzzy bumblebees slotted atop the pistils gathering pollen. This venue seemed to Castiel, to be the “bee’s knees” (See what he did there?)

Fortunately for Cas, he could rendezvous to this little flower shop whenever he pleased. Unfortunately for Cas, the place was entirely constructed of glass, like a greenhouse. The owner of the place couldn’t have possibly missed the unnervingly odd man standing stock still outside their store practically every day to stare at bees.

It occurred to Castiel, while examining a few bees floating about to pollinate other bundles of flora, that he could purchase this bee-approved flower for himself. Perhaps draw the fascinating fuzzy things to him. He pushes the door open to the shop, the coppery bell dinged at the apex of the doorframe. Foliage and blossoms invaded his view. It was beautiful and full of pale pinks, rich greens, and vibrant yellows. Upon entering though, he seemed most engrossed with the shop’s owner, as picturesque as the flowers he thought.

He approached, coat swishing upon catching on leaves and brambles on his way over. “Hello.” He recites the formality, “Are the Asteraceae out front for sale?” It occurs to Castiel that he in fact, has no money, perhaps he should have consulted Dean before traversing a new challenge of socialization.

“If they are…” He feels the need to explain himself, he’s no thief. “…I’ll come back. With sufficient means.” He’s well aware he’s not eloquent or tactful when it comes to situations such as these, but he’s trying his best. He has stared at you for so long it had almost begun to feel incriminating.

Now, his mind is starting to be plagued by fascination with the bees, and their humble host.