Castiel shows God how much her children love her...
God stood in the back of a large room. Before her, hundreds of people sat and listened to a man in black robes, a white sash slung around his shoulders. There was a familiar symbol hung on the wall behind the man. It was a cross. She recognized it as the shape on which her son had been nailed to. She did not understand why someone would wish to gaze upon that horrid symbol.
"Where are we, Castiel?" God asked, tearing her gaze from the cross and turning it to the angel by her side. She paid no attention to the few humans who turned to her with glares on their faces.
"This is a place of worship, and some come seeking sanctuary," Castiel whispered in response. "It is called a church."
God was about to ask another question when she heard her name mentioned by the man in the robes. He was speaking of a child who had been in a car accident. He shared the child's name – Nicholas – and stated that the boy would most likely not live to see another year.
"Let us pray, and hope the Lord sees fit to save his son," the man said, raising his arms and closing his eyes.
God watched as the heads of the people before her bowed, their eyes closed. Then, the man spoke again.
"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us our daily bread, and forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen."
The crowd of people echoed his final word, and then their heads rose. None of them realized that their Father was not in heaven, nor had she ever been. They did not see that she was among them, listening to their words. Never had her belief that she had created something beautiful in the humans been so strong.
She spun on her heel, and strode out of the room. She did not appear on the other side, though. Instead, she stood in the middle of a busy hallway. White was all around her. There were white walls and floors, and people wearing white coats. She did not favor it, but what she favored did not matter at that moment. Instead of fretting over the lack of life, she stepped across the hall and through the door that stood there ominously.
Now she was in a small room. There still was not much color. A blue chair sat beside a bed as white as the hallway. A mop of long, blond hair stuck out from beneath the blankets. She stepped forward, staring at the young boy with sadness written on her face.
The boy could not have been older than seven. His face was pale, and a bandage was wrapped around the base of his jaw. A tube ran beneath his nose. Other than the slow rising motion of the boy's small chest, there was no sign of life.
God felt Castiel's presence behind her, and hardly offered him a glance.
Her attention was fully on the boy now. She reached out and ran her thin fingers through his hair, pulling it away from his forehead. She allowed her fingers to rest upon his scalp, and used her thumb to stroke a small piece of his blond tresses. Warmth flowed from her fingertips, and she leaned over to press a gentle kiss to the skin above his brow.
"Be safe, little one," she whispered in his ear, knowing that he would hear it despite his unconscious state.
After several moments, she stood, removed her hand from the child's hair, and went to Castiel's side.
"Time to go, Castiel."
And then the two disappeared as the boy's eyes flew open, and a gasp raced through him.