Castiel asks God a few questions that he has
Castiel stood with God, watching as her eyes gracefully sifted across the view of the New York City. The city below lit the night brilliantly, and car horns could be heard blaring from the many streets crisscrossing the vast area. God seemed exulted to be witnessing such a thing. It caused wild vines of curiosity to sprout within Castiel's being.
"I have never walked Earth, Castiel," God uttered, her voice soft. "I thought it unwise to walk among my most wonderful creation."
"Why do you come now?" Castiel found himself asking.
God's smile was gentle. "This world is at peace," she closed her eyes against the gentle breeze. "I am not here to save you, only to view. You must solve your problems without me."
"Asking for help is not a sin."
"No, it is not, but too much help makes one lazy." God's gaze shifted from the city to the angel standing at her side. "One day, I shall not be here. The humans must learn to solve their problems on their own, before I fade from existence."
Castiel pursed his lips and looked away from her. Another question met his mind, though he was still trying to understand God's answer to his last one. It did not seem the proper time to ask.
"Questions are encouraged, Castiel."
His gaze shifted to her again. She was more mystifying than he'd ever thought God would be.
"We label you as our father, yet you areā¦"
God smiled. She understood. "The definition of the word 'father' is 'one who has originated or established something'. I am father to all of my creations, despite my gender."
"I understand," Castiel nodded.
And then the two stood in silence, overlooking the city until the sun began to rise.
A/N: This is one of those parts that ended up NOT being humorous...
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