Chapter Thirty-Five: Please

"Please," Dean whispered. "Please, just bring him back to me."

Dean was aware that one wasn't supposed to expect an answer, not in a literal sense, and he knew that he would probably never quite understand exactly why God did the things he did. He was also fairly certain that God had a pretty sick sense of humor, and for that reason, Dean was pretty sure he never wanted to meet the sadist, because punching God in the face, both literally and metaphorically, probably wasn't the best course of action.

"Please," he said again. "I've lot so much already, isn't it enough? Don't I deserve something? Can't you bring him back?"

"No," a genderless voice echoed around him.

Dean's eyes shot open and darted around the room, looking for the body to whom the voice belonged. It was a few moments before it occurred to him that… well, maybe God was talking to him. Frankly, after everything that he had been through and seen, he shouldn't have been all that shocked.

"Why the hell not?" he shouted at that point. "What did he do to deserve this?"

"I have no say in what happens on Earth," the voice said. "It was free will alone that led us to this day. The same free will you fought for, that your brother sacrificed his life for. The free will that allowed my son to choose you over his brothers in heaven."

Dean was furious. "You've brought him back before. What the hell makes this time any different?"

"It is different," the voice assured him.

"Well, thank you, for being so clear and useful!" Dean shouted. "I'm really grateful for your insight."

He got no response.

"Get your ass back down here and give me some straight answers or bring him back!"

Still no response.

"Damn you to hell you son of a bitch!"

"Dean?" a voice asked. Dean spun around.

"Chuck?"

Chuck looked around curiously for a moment. "Who were you talking to?" he asked.

"Umm… God," Dean replied.

Chuck raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"What are you doing here?" Dean changed the subject.

"Becky," he said. "She's sick."

Dean wondered briefly when Becky found her way back into the picture, but didn't ask.