AN- Chapter warning- Some violence but nothing extreme, and bad language.
"Do you like my plan?"
The out of the blue question was startling enough to make Dean smack the top of his head against the Impala, the hunter currently underneath the vehicle.
"Damnit!", Dean rolled out from under the car to find Castiel staring down at him, obviously still waiting for an answer. He managed not to flinch too noticeably when Castiel pressed his fingertips to his aching dome, making the pain fade out to nothing.
"My plan. Do you like it?", Castiel asked again. Dean found that new and improved Castiel was about as informative as original flavor Castiel had been. Dean could only assume that the new god was talking about his activities, something of which had the news channels whipped up into a near mouth foaming frenzy about.
"You call that a plan? You're going around taking out the 700 Club. It's not exactly Sodom and Gomorra but I think it's getting the point across, whatever the hell that is. Mind sharing it with us mud monkeys cause it's getting lost in translation. Really, Cas? Motivational speakers? How does having a positive outlook on life piss you off?", Dean groused as he leaned up against Impala, wiping excess oil off of his hands with a rag.
"Lying is still a sin. So is pride.", Castiel stated with a distaste that was palpable.
"No kidding. I would have never guessed.", Dean snorted, keeping his tone flat. He watched as the irony flew over Castiel's head, Dean keeping his mind carefully void to keep it that way. He didn't believe Castiel for a second that he would keep the hell out of his head.
"I could take your voice away as punishment.", Castiel said, making it obvious that he had noticed.
"Then I would just be another pretty face. Anyway, I would just think at you really hard.", Dean teased because he always seemed to lack the common sense to not poke the bear. Or maybe he was just feeling reckless from too much continuous stress, lack of sleep, and adrenalin. Whatever it was, it earned him a quelling look from the new god, one that made his survival instincts finally kick in, the hunter finding himself study his weathered boots with a quiet, renewed interest.
Gentle fingers placed under his chin forced Dean to lift his head again, meeting blue eyes that were as vast and clear as sky fall. "My brave little ant.", Castiel murmured, pressing a closed mouth kiss to Dean's lip to let the flesh linger there. The contact made Dean's skin tingle all over from it and heat settle in his lower stomach. Dean wondered if he should worried about how broken he was if playing verbal chicken with god was a turn on for him now. "I am righting wrongs all over the world. I am healing the sick, making the lame walk, and giving sight to the blind for I am God.".
"Sticking to the classics I see.", Dean made his mouth work, though it was probably going to be the death of him. Castiel was still there, chest to chest, fingers holding his face still, his lips so close to Dean's own the new god could taste the sincerity, or lack there of, in the human's words. What Dean said though made Castiel draw away, a slight frown upon his normally stoic face.
"You do not approve.", It was more statement than question.
"Don't get me wrong. I got nothing against the insta-healing, but don't you think the body count is getting a little high?", Dean pointed out what Sam had brought up this morning while the hunters had been watching the news. "Especially if you're claiming to be a loving, benevolent god. Seems to me that you're just following in Daddy's footsteps, Old Testament style."
As he watched the sky suddenly darken and lightning steak across it like webbing, Dean wondered if he had finally gone too far. He smiled a little, marveling at the light show. He had never seen blue lightning before so he might as well enjoy it while he could. Dean knew it was better to look at that than at Castiel at the moment. It turned out that ignoring god might not have been one of Dean's better ideas. Power slammed Dean off of his feet and flat onto his belly so that he was being pressed into the reddish dirt. Apparently, the new god did not like being slighted in favor of watching sudden weather
"I am a better god than my Father.", Castiel growled, shaking the world around him with his wrath.
"I can tell.", Dean rasped, tasting blood and wet earth in his mouth. "Hey God, if you don't want my opinion, don't fucking ask for it.". Dean said his piece and then, waited for it to end, readied himself to feel hellfire lick over his skin before melting it off again.
And just like that, the day was bright and normal. Testing himself, Dean found that he could sit up. A wetness on his lip told him that his nose was still bleeding though. Pressing an oil stained rag to his face, Dean found that Castiel was absent and breathed a sigh of relief, short lived as he knew it would be.