Title: Everlasting God

Chapter Twenty-one

Summary: Castiel, Sam and Dean find God. Problem is, he isn't what they were expecting at all.

Pairings: allusion to Dean/Castiel, OC/OC, Michael/Gabriel, and Gabriel/Lucifer.

Warning: Religious tones, non-con references.

The devil stood, surrounded by several demons, in the middle of a graveyard. His vessel was sweating profusely, though Lucifer showed no signs of physical tiredness as he put the final touches on the grave he had dug earlier.

The evil beings were frozen as they watched their master at work, listening to his soft humming as he worked.

"Now repeat after me. We offer up our lives, blood, souls to complete this tribute."

One after the other, the demons fell as a large being rose from the ground, Lucifer smiled, "Oh, hello Death."

"That's it Cass," Gabriel grinned as Castiel sat legs crossed and concentrating. In his hands was Meli's bricked sized game boy. "Put the backward L in that spot there. NONONO! Not like that, switch it around! Yeah! That's it! You got a line! Finally!"

"Yeah, first level and almost out," Azrael scoffed, only to have Jophiel kicked him, "What?! Look, the screen is filled out and he has only just got his first line."

"Well, it is difficult, the cubes go in the opposite direction I tell them," Castiel muttered, his brow was furrowed in concentration, as he bit down on his lips. A bright light flashed in his eyes and he looked up to see Dean holding out his phone in Castiel direction. Music sounded and when Castiel looked down at the screen to find a 'Game Over' mocking him.

"It's only a human game. Here, let me try," Azrael said, snatching the game from Castiel's hand. He turned the block over and stared at it, blankly, "How does this start?"

"It's only a human game," Gabriel chuckled, "Figure it out."

"Ah, here we go," Azrael nodded. "There are levels. Well, level one will be too easy. I think level eighteen will suffice."

"Right, good luck," Gabriel grunted as he arose, "I think I might go and see Meli."

Castiel remained where he was, eyes on Azrael as Gabriel walked back into Bobby's house. The music sounded Azrael's defeat and Castiel looked up to find Azrael stared at the screen in disbelief.

"I lost! I cannot believe I lost!" Azrael gasped looking up at Castiel. "This game is rubbish!"

And with that the archangel broke the game boy into several pieces between his fingers.

"Hello Castiel."

Castiel paused in his tracks, eying the young God uncertainly. JC was lying on a sheet of soft grass using a rock as a pillow, though judging from the serene look on his face, the God was comfortable. One eye was shut and the other open as he gazed into the night sky.

"Come, make yourself comfortable," JC smiled. Without looking away from the sky he patted the ground beside him and Castiel obeyed sitting beside the grown man. "Did Azrael manage to defeat that game?"

"Well, it has been shattered into many pieces," Castiel contemplated. "yes, I think he defeated it."

"Well, he better come up with a good escape plan," JC smiled, "Ma will not be happy when she finds it. Although, knowing her she will assume it was James, or Dean. James Dean."

His father chuckled as Castiel looked at him confused.

"What happened, Father?" Castiel asked, quietly. "Where did you go?"

JC was silent for a moment, staring at the sky contemplating the question before he turned his head to the angel, "When I figure it out, you'll be the first to know, Castiel and please, call me JC. You make me feel like an old fart when you call me Father."

"Uh, Jay Sea," Castiel said, slowly.

"Its short for Joseph Christopher, Cass," JC chuckled, he could see the words JC being spelt out by the angel. "I can just imagine in a couple of years time instead of crying out 'Jesus Christ', people will curse 'Joseph Christ' instead. Or JC Damn it."

Castiel smiled, cautiously.

"Relax, Cass," JC said as he slowly pulled himself up and took Castiel's hand into his own, gently squeezing. The angel's own grip tightened and JC could feel the seraph's desperate need to feel wanted and loved. The God smiled, and scrambled over casually until he could wrap an arm around his son's shoulder. "Thank you for finding me."

Castiel felt heat rise in his cheeks as he nodded, "It was- I- right- uh."

"Shh, I understand," JC smiled. Around them, noises echoed in the night. "I need your help now again, if you are willing."

"I am!" Castiel said, quickly, nodded. "Anything you ask, I will act accordingly!"

JC smiled, slowly rising. "Do you trust me?"

Castiel's answer was immediate, "Of course I do."

The angel rose taking the man's hand, nodding.

"I trust you with my life," Castiel whispered.

Happy Valentine's Day! And Happy Chinese New Year! And Vietnamese, and I'm pretty sure Japanese too!

Well, this is the 2nd last chapter that I've got written up, which means the waiting game will begin considering the muse to this story ran away...

Heh, was watching the ACCTV channel and the bloke tells me bow your head, prayer to Jesus for forgiveness and peace of mind... yeah pal, not right now, I'm writing blashephemous things about His children... hehehe... I'm so going to hell.

Oh and my sister is an idiot, she sits my four and five year old neice and nephew before the tv to watch SOUTH PARK THE MOVIE! AGAIN! Bloody idiot.

Peace and chicken grease

Afro!