This garden is curated over several long months, much of the work done in the time Cas was sick with depleted grace, time spent healing after the pit and attempting to find some level of peace with dean’s absence.

Behind the house is a modest plot of land Cas quickly sets to filling with all manner of plant life. There’s an organization to it that only Cas seems to know, appearing otherwise chaotic to anyone else. If asked, Castiel will tell you nature doesn’t grow in straight lines, nor should it be asked to. The garden is a small, contained explosion of natural life, a kaleidoscope of color and shape. Vibrant butterflies, bees and other insect life roam about the garden daily, be sure to watch where you’re putting your feet.

If one were to observe long and closely enough, they might pick out fibonacci circles and curving, fractal geometry in the layout of colors, irrigation channels, and stone patterns. Find designs around a small nucleus with orbiting rims, or lines radiating out like star bursts or tiny supernovas, swirling colors of flowers in gradients like arms of a galaxy drifting through the space of surrounding vegetation. Viewing it from the turret room above, the garden almost looks like a rough mandala, lines blurred and colors fading into each other as the flowers bloom and decay over time.

Anything from vegetables to herbs to produce can be found, though none are specifically labeled. However, Cas regularly harvests produce and strings up herbs to dry in the kitchen, so they’re available when needed. Small streams web through the plantlife for irrigation, assembled with small stones, fed from a gutter system routed off the house rooftops, branching away like tree roots.

Anywhere a plant can be squeezed, there is one, growing in and around sparse stepping stones existing only to get in between the clusters to weed, water and tend to them. Flowers and creeping vines climb up the walls of the house, over fences and gates. The eastern side of the garden, next to the fence, is lined with 8 of Nadine's weed plants that Cas attentively tends to, harvests, and takes to the clinic for drying and processing.

In a couple places, intricate stone patterns are laid out to make a space for a couple people, no more than 3 fit together snugly, to sit among the sprawling cloud of nature. Perhaps even a short bench or stool made of flat rock slates stacked up. If you want to sit in this garden, you’re forced to become part of it, enveloped by the surrounding green, feeling leaves brush at your shoulders and ankles where butterflies can come perch on your head. The area’s made to accommodate the plants, not the people. The extra rocks Cas didn’t need for pathways are piled in little towers here and there, hidden amongst the flower and herb clusters.

In a back corner of the garden, beneath a tree, Cas is slowly working through weaving a human sized basket nest. It takes many hours of selecting optimal sticks and arranging them in the most structurally sound fashion, but some months from now, there will be a comfortable, enclosed space to curl into with a friend or two and watch the butterflies and bees roam about.