The gift of life is one of the many gifts my Father gave His soldiers and messengers, the Heavenly Host. If you have wounds, I can heal them. It's no different to me then helping these tulips that have neglected being watered for too long.

[One of the consequences of his moping. But thinks are looking up these days, somehow. He gently takes the hand from Bond's grip and presses it into the soil. Then he closes his eyes. There's a kind of static in the air - it's hard to tell whether Castiel is glowing or the room has gotten darker, but something has definitely changed - and the rest of the tulips perk accordingly. He wipes the dirt off his hand with his jacket and offers the hand back.]