Together Again

"(y/n), may I-?"

"If it's another one of your questions, just ask it, Cas" (y/n) replies teasingly, a playful smile pulling at her soft lips as she looks up from the small game board in front of them. The sight fills the angel's stomach with butterflies, crystal eyes studying every detail of her face as the warm summer sun casted it's buttercup yellow glow upon her (s/k) skin. Lucifer obnoxiously sings a song about Castiel's crush on the Phoenix from behind a potted plant nearby. Clearing his throat lightly to try and rid his thoughts of Lucifer's plague, the angel focuses his attention back onto the girl before him

"How are you?"

"That's your question?" She chuckles lightly, leaning back into the cool wooden chair. Castiel grins at the sight, the sound of her laugh enough to make his heart flutter.

"Is that strange?"

"A little" She smiles, resting her chin upon her hands. Castiel can't help but smile as well, finding her playful demeanor charming.

"How so?"

"It's just-" She explains gently through a sigh, tidying the game board before them, "-you always ask such odd questions, but you're asking how I'm doing? It's a little strange you'd want to know something as normal as that"

"Would you like me to be honest?"

"Of course"

"I didn't really need to ask you a question-" he explains gently, almost as if embarrassed to say it out loud, "-I just wanted to see you smile"

"What...?"

Before he's able to answer her, (y/n) watches as the angel suddenly straightens his posture, almost as if the man was flinching from a small electric shock to the spine. Castiel holds his body flush against the back frame of his chair, crystalline eyes searching the pale lights above. (y/n) notes the way he tilts his head slightly to the side, perked up like a puppy trying to listen to something she couldn't perceive.

"Cas, are you alright?" She asks him quietly, reaching over to place feather light fingers across his knuckles, "Is it Lucifer?"

"That sound..." he murmurs softly to himself, his eyes desperately scanning the popcorn ceiling. Taking his hand into hers, she gently squeezes his palm against hers.

"Maybe we should step outside, Cowboy-" she tries to coax him up from his seat, using her free hand to tenderly rub at his back, "-you can count the stripes on the bumble bees again o-or tell me some facts about those nasturtium flowers you like so much-"

"I heard it..."

"Heard what, Cas?"

"A bell"

"A bell?" she echoes quietly, her concerned filled eyes searching his stubbled face as he slowly meets her gaze. He smiles lightly, thumb running across the soft (s/c) skin of the back of her hand

"The bumble bees are out of their colonies-"

"Cas, wait-"

"-they should be exploring the gardens now"

"But-"

"Let's go find them, (y/n)"

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"A bell?"

"A bell" sitting cross legged on the candy apple green grass beneath her, (y/n) echoes the information back to Sam. (e/c) eyes glancing over to the angel as he flops over into a small pile of his favorite flowers, the Phoenix let's a small sigh escape her soft lips

"He didn't say anything else about it?"

"He was...incredibly vague about what happened-" (y/n) explains quietly, running her fingers through her (h/c) locks, "-I couldn't get him to elaborate"

"Tweety, you sure it wasn't just another hallucination? I mean, the dudes crazy" Dean is the one to speak now, (y/n) able to hear the doubt lacing his words.

"I've been with Cas for almost a month now, Dean-" (y/n) focuses her attention back onto the angel again, watching as he begins to build a small bouquet, "-I know what his episodes look like. He heard something this morning, something I couldn't. I'm scared it might be important"

"Wait, this morning?" Sam asks suddenly

"...Yeah?"

"(y/n), do you remember what time it was when he heard the bell?"

"It was a little after breakfast, I think, so around ten o'clock"

"Ten?" Dean echoes quietly, (y/n) finding herself piecing together the puzzle after hearing the poorly hidden worry in his voice.

"What did you boys do?" her question comes out as a tired sigh, an amused smile pulling at her lips when neither Winchester answers

"We-uh-" Sam clears his throat lightly, "-apparently opened something the same time Cas heard his bell"

"You don't know what you opened, do you?"

"Not a clue" Dean answers through a smile, (y/n) chuckling lightly at the sound

"You think Cas knows?"

"Probably"

"You boys heading over here?" (y/n) smiles lightly, excitement growing in her body at the thought of finally being able to reunite with the ones she called family.

"Looks like it, Tweety. Warm up a pot of coffee for us, will you?"

"You got it, Dean-o"

"That's our girl"