Bobby opened his eyes to find himself standing inside his salvage yard. He frowned, and rearranged his hat. "What the hell!"
"Ah Bobby Singer!" A older man appeared to his left. White hair and vivid blue eyes, dressed in a white tux. "I've been waiting on you. You gave the reaper quite a run for his money. Made him angry, but that's just water under the bridge."
"Who the hell are you?"
The unknown man spread out his hands and smiled. "I'm God."
Bobby worked his jaw, took his hat off again and put it back on.
Again.
Taking a deep breath, "You idjit! You moron! Do you realize what you've done! Send me back! Those boys need me!"
"I cannot send you back. The Winchester's will do fine without you. You've earned your reward in Heaven."
"Fuck my reward! Those boys need me! You've already taken their father, not that it matters! But you've played with their lives from day one! Dean went to hell for his brother! You sent them Castiel and then you let him die! They stopped an apocalypse that YOUR angels started. All for your glory. Well BOO HOO! How many times do you have to test them till they give up and let themselves die!"
"Bobby Singer? Are you angry with me?"
Growling, "Send me back now!" Bobby walked away...but turned around at the last moment... "By the way, Castiel goes with me. And no arguments about it!" Bobby continued growling under his breath. "Damn idjits! The whole lot of them."
God stood there bewildered. "I don't understand. It was his time."
A skinny man can with a mullet came to stand beside him, "You really need to get out more Old Man."
Frowning, "Do you think so?"
"Oh yeah, you really do."
~finis~ but is it ever?