"I'm sorry, kid," Chuck said, sounding decidedly unapologetic, "It's a crappy ending. You and your brother deserve better."
Sam tried to digest everything he'd just seen—a glimpse into a future without God, where Dean had just finished ripping Jody's neck to shreds as everything went dark for him. "Chuck…" He flipped his hair a bit from where he sat, betraying how silly he felt asking the Creator such a question. "Did you, um… Did you just make that up on the spot?"
Chuck turned to face him, his eyebrows narrowed and head shaking in quick little movements. "What? No."
"Because I'm pretty sure we'd never do something like that."
All Sam got in turn was a self-assured shrug. "I guess that just means the world gets way worse than you can imagine."
"Or—" There was a half smile trying to surface, though this was obviously not a funny situation while Sam was still tied to a chair. "—That was the worst ending you could think of off the top of your head, and we actually manage to handle things far better."
He could tell by the look on God's face that this absurdly long night wasn't ending anytime soon.
