[ Castiel peers into the brush like a dog on a scent; it's clear he's heard something that Dean hadn't. Carefully he lowers the hive to the ground, shrugging off his coat and bending down to wrap it carefully around the hive. Tying the arms together and gripping the tail of the coat makes it almost into a sling, allowing him to hold the bulky hive with just one hand, and freeing up the other.
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[ Castiel peers into the brush like a dog on a scent; it's clear he's heard something that Dean hadn't. Carefully he lowers the hive to the ground, shrugging off his coat and bending down to wrap it carefully around the hive. Tying the arms together and gripping the tail of the coat makes it almost into a sling, allowing him to hold the bulky hive with just one hand, and freeing up the other.
He might need it. ]
Shall we go?
[ Might be a good idea. ]