God does not understand Monopoly...
"I do not understand," God said with a frown set on her defined face. "If we are bartering for land, should it not be present in some shape or form?"
"It is not real land," Castiel mumbled, staring intently at the card in his hand. He caught a glance of God's confused expression. "I found it simplest to pretend to understand."
God nodded, and paid close attention as to learn to play this game of trading and purchasing fake land.
"I believe you have landed on my homestead, Dean," God said, staring into his hazel eyes. "You shall be hung."
The brothers sighed, shaking their heads, and stood, deciding that it was impossible to teach heavenly beings to play board games.