Castiel sat in the middle of their garden, listening to the hum of the bees as they flew around. He had a flower in his hand, plucking off the petals in the game he once learned from some elementary school girls.
"He loves me.... he loves me not. He loves me... he loves me not." He continued to repeat, plucking off a red flower petal every time, going around the flower.
And soon enough, he arrived at the last petal. "He loves me not." Cas said sadly, pulling the last petal off.
"He loves you." Dean murmured as he came up behind him, sitting down next to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Cas beamed at his boyfriend happily, leaning his head against his shoulder. Dean wrapped an arm around his waist, letting out a content sigh. It was nice to just sit in the garden sometimes, watching the bees fly by as they pollinated the flowers.
They laid down amongst the flowers for the rest of the day, fingers laced together as they watched the bees.