God doesn't understand that TV isn't real...
"Alright, I got the fricken pizza!" Dean shouted as he somehow managed to open the door to the motel room with said pizza in one arm and a bottle of whiskey in the other. He tromped inside the room, kicking the door shut with his foot. He quickly scrambled to drop everything he was carrying onto the small table.
Sam immediately got up and ran over, throwing the box open and snatching a piece of pizza.
"Where's God? Pizza was her idea…" Dean grumbled.
"Dude, she's watching How I Met Your Mother," Sam said before taking a large bite of his pizza and looking over at where God sat, her face barely inches from the TV screen.
Dean's hazel eyes shifted to her, and he abandoned the thought of pizza as he started towards her.
"Hey," he muttered, sitting beside her and pulling her face away from the screen a bit.
"Hello, Dean," she nodded, offering him nothing more than a quick glance before returning to the show.
"So… Do you get half of the jokes they're tossing around?"
God's eyes narrowed much as Castiel's did when he was either confused or focused on something. "I do not understand much of it, if that is what you are referring to," she glanced at him again. "I do, however, realize that this man, Barney, has sinned very heavily. I am certain he will not have a place in Heaven."
Dean rolled his eyes, deciding that explaining to God that 'Barney' was a fictional character would wait for another day.