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“Huh.”
Cass is lost.
Now! It really wasn’t his fault… it was the bee’s! He swears!
It all started when Dean and Sam were arguing about who knows what and in order to get away from the conflict, Cass decided to stay outside. Bad idea! Because lately Cass has been getting distracted a lot more easily. (AGAIN! Not. His. Fault! God’s creations are just so beautiful and dazzling and-) So when he found a much larger and mutant looking bee, he just had to follow it!
And he followed it indeed.. The bee was really cute and endearing in Cass’ opinion. The bee was literally green! With BLUE EYES! Blue eyes. Just like Cass’ eyes. And it was pretty huge too. Its stinger was kinda fuzzy too and Cass really had no explanation for that. Plus, Cass likes green eyes better, they’re much prettier.. like Dean’s… He misses Dean, and Meg, and Sam, but mostly Dean.
Oops! Getting distracted again.
Anyways, he followed this mysterious looking bee a long long long way, he’s pretty sure he crossed state lines. He just knows he’s super duper far away from wherever he was originally with Sam and Dean.
This frigging cute bee led him away from Sam and Dean! So yeah, it really wasn’t entirely his fault. So Cass is completely and entirely lost in the middle of a forest next to a huge tree stump that he’s pretty sure is the Nemeton.
And now that he thinks about it, where is the bee?! The Nemeton probably made an illusionary mutant bee to lure him. Dang it!
Now he usually didn’t tolerate committing an act of violence but…
Cass turned towards the stump and kicked it.
“Bad tree stump. You led me away.” Cass pouted as he crossed his arms with mild frustration. He eyed the stump suspiciously.
“Though, I have to admit, you’re a clever one, you. Using bees, my favorites.”
Cass crouched as he laid the palm of his hand on top of the Nemeton, the other lightly gripping the side as he laid his head softly against the stump.
And then he listened and closed his eyes. He started to glow lightly as the shadows of his wings appeared and then Cass started to converse with the Nemeton.
“Why did you lead me here?” He murmured softly as he bumped his head lightly against the Nemeton.
He could hear a slight hum as the Nemeton spoke telepathically through images.
Images of werewolves, of a young boy and his pack, of scary doctors, and more.
Cass nodded as he hummed lightly in response and so it went on for the rest of the day with Cass and the Nemeton just speaking.
The Nemeton just wanted a friend who could understand it. It wanted an Angel so it could tell the story of one Scott McCall and his pack. And Cass listened.
Before everything, God would send an Angel to speak with the Nemeton (among many) to keep it company, now for many centuries, not a single Angel has visited since.
Especially when it was cut down and lost power.
And just like that, the Nemeton spoke and Castiel listened all till midnight.