James Castiel liked the park -- better than he liked most other places. This one, in particular, held a lovely view from hill top of the nearby ocean. Mostly he watched the ocean. Sometimes he watched people.
Rarely did he talk to the people he watched, but today he'd felt curious enough by the woman with hair that was nearly flaming in the sunlight who felt the need to pick dandelions that he'd found himself speaking before really thinking about it.