God visits Sam and Dean's dreams...
God stared curiously at the back of Dean's head. He was not aware that she was behind him, completely immersed in the sunset before him.
She could not help but wonder if all humans dreamed of this sort of thing. Dean, sitting on the hood of his beloved Impala, was drinking what God had learned was titled 'beer' and watching a glorious sunset. She could understand watching the sun slowly fall behind the horizon of mountains, but the vehicle and alcoholic drink were lost on her.
God had dreams of her own, of course. Hers were very different, however. She dreamed of her humans, and her dreams were far more vivid than that of which she currently stood in. The sound here was rather muted, and the colors were nowhere near as bright.
With one last glance at Dean, God shifted minds. Now, she found herself gazing upon Samuel.
This dream was very different from Dean's. It was dark and cold. She found herself in an alley, rain pouring down on her head. She could've easily kept herself dry, but God enjoyed the feeling of the sharp drops colliding with her skin. Sam, though, did not appear to enjoy it as much as her.
She frowned when her golden eyes landed on him. He was curled in on himself against one of the brick walls. His head, soaked from the rain, was between his knees. One of his arms was bent behind his head, and the other one was wrapped tightly around his ankles.
God's heart ached for him. He was in pain. He was a prisoner to his own mind. She wondered how many of her children felt the way Samuel did. How many of them screamed inside their head, begging to be freed? How many wanted to be loved, forgiven, or forgotten?
With a heavy heart, God extracted herself from Samuel's mind, and returned to her own. Upon reentering her body, she heard the steady breathing of the three men around her, Samuel and Dean's only slightly more relaxed than Castiel's. She knew he was the only one whose eyes remained open and vigilant.
"Castiel, how many of them suffer?" she asked, her eyes slowly opening. "Have I been negligent of their pain?"
She could hear the thoughts going through his mind. Finally, it settled on one.
"Many of them create their own painful paths," he mumbled. "and even you could not save all of them. That is the price they pay for the beauty of emotions."
God felt her pride for this particular son swell, and then she nodded.
"Goodnight, Castiel."