Sam introduces God to soda...
God stared at the tin can in her petite hand. He eyes rolled over the red design scrolled on it, and blinked slowly at the runes scribed in black. It was heavy, filled with a liquid that hissed at her.
"This seems dangerous, Samuel."
Sam smiled beside her. "It's perfectly safe," he mumbled. "Trust me."
God glanced up at him. She trusted this man. So, she raised the can to her lips and took a gulp of the caramel liquid.
A cough erupted from her, causing her to jerk in her seat. It had burned her throat! Samuel had not told her of this burning sensation.
"Jesus Christ, don't chug it!" Dean shouted from the other side of the room, where he was watching the scene unfold with interest.
"My son has naught to do with this foul oil!" God shouted, dropping the can onto the table in front of her. "My trust in you is diminished, Samuel."
"Just take small sips," Sam grabbed the can and drank from it, coming out unscathed. He handed the can back to God, and she glared at the remaining liquid. It continued to hiss sinisterly.
God mentally ordered the can to be kind, and then took a 'sip'. Samuel had given good advice. It did not burn her this time, but instead made her tongue tingle gleefully.
"See?" Sam asked with a grin, his white teeth momentarily flashing in the dim light of the motel room. "Coke isn't so bad, is it?"
"I suppose not… But I still do not understand how this drink could make one think of Jesus."