"cas told me all about how bees are so important to the world, dean so look, i made bees!" says jack, pointing to the bunker full of bees.
(it made me laugh to imagine lmao)
christ almighty! there's something ya don't see every damn day. FOR GOOD FUCKIN' REASON! standing atop the stairs staring down at a bunker full of freaking BEES--the hunter palms over his mouth and tells himself on a repeat message in his brain. he means well, he means well, he means well--but well SHIT that's a mess???? fingers bury into sandy locks as he scratches his head and forces out a little flustered and shocked laugh.
"uh.. yeah. they are. but--they're important outside. where they can go from flower to flower and shit honey. or whatever. do bee things! there a way you can get 'em out there? where they'd be happy? i'm just--m'gonna wait in the car." cause be damned if he's getting swarmed by a buncha big bootied bugs with tiny, venomy knives on their asses!