"Of course we keep our promises. Go home now."
No. Jimmy reached out and snatched his daughter's—Castiel's—arm.
"You take me." He glared into his daughter's eyes and knew that Castiel didn't understand. Angels were mindless warriors; they didn't understand human emotions—except for Anna, he recalled. She had fallen, chosen to become human and still would be one if it hadn't been for the war. She understood. Castiel didn't. He didn't understand, but Jimmy knew he would obey.
"As you wish." As Castiel placed his hands on either side of Jimmy's head, Jimmy could see the question in his eyes: why?
Jimmy grit his teeth, preparing for the pain. God had taken everything from him; he had nothing left to lose.