Castiel celebrates Father's Day...

"Dean, Sam, I require your assistance," Castiel said as he loudly appeared in the motel room.

"Dammit, Cas!" Dean shouted as he jumped.

After glancing apologetically (at least he felt it was apologetic) at Dean, Castiel's blue eyes shifted to the bed that God was sleeping on. Thankfully, it did not cause her to wake. She did not even shift beneath the covers. That was good. Castiel did not want her to listen to his thoughts while he spoke with his charge.

"Dean, the matter I wish to speak to you about is urgent," he said, his eyes returning to Dean.

The look of anger on Dean's face disappeared, and shifted to one of concern. "What's up, Cas?"

"I need to obtain a 'gift,'" he said, nodding confidently.

"Who for? And why…?"

Castiel's eyes once more moved to God. "I believe what humans call 'Father's Day' is approaching."

Dean's brow jumped. "You wanna get God a Father's Day present?"

"Yes, Dean, that is what I wish."

"What did you have in mind?" Sam finally spoke, looking up from the large book in his lap.

Castiel looked to him. "I do not understand your question."

"Oh, um, I mean, was there something in particular that you wanted to get her?"

"No, that is why I've come to you," he said.

Sam nodded, folded the book, and set it aside. He stood, snatching his jacket from the back of the chair he'd previously been sitting in.

"Alright, let's go shopping."

"See anything?"

"Yes, Sam, I see many things, but I do not see how that is relevant to finding a suitable gift," Castiel answered Sam's odd question, his brow furrowing over his bright blue eyes, which were swamping with frustration. He had not thought that finding something for his Father would be so challenging.

"No, I mean do you see anything you think God would like?" Sam reworded his question, and Castiel found it much easier to understand.

Castiel shook his head. "No," he mumbled, flicking a small glass bottle filled with a bright pink liquid. The bottle was labeled 'nail polish.' "Why would God wish to have any of these things?"

Sam blushed. Now that he thoughts about it, he didn't really understand why he'd thought God would want anything on the shelves before them. She wasn't human, and she'd never had her nails painted, or her hair done, or worn designer clothes.

"Think, Cas," Sam said, grabbing the angel by the arm and gently tugging him out of the cosmetics aisle of the nearest Wal-Mart, "what kind of things does God enjoy?"

Castiel's lips pressed together as he thought. "She enjoys humans," he answered.

"Anything more specific?"

Castiel took another few moments to think. "Food she has not had before," he nodded confidently.

Sam smiled. "Alright, let's go look in the food aisles, then."

Castiel appeared in the motel room days later, two packages held in his hands, one of them flat and square, and the other cylindrical. They were wrapped in newspaper and topped with ribbons. Sam had helped him with the wrapping. He did not understand the point behind it, though. Sam told him it was to make sure the gift was a surprise. Castiel had never understood surprises; he thought it was best to be prepared.

He stalked across the room and held the packages out to God, who was staring at him with confusion on her pale face.

"Happy Father's Day," he said simply.

God's head tilted to the side. "What is Father's Day?"

"I have found this it is one day set aside in each year that humans take to thank their fathers for life," he explained.

"And what are these?" she asked, gingerly taking the packages from Castiel's gently grip.

"They are what humans call 'presents.'"

Holding the two, God flipped and shook them. "What are they for?"

"There are things inside," he said. "You must remove the wrappings. I do not personally understand, but Sam said it was customary."

On the other side of the room, Sam rolled his eyes and went back to the book he'd been going over for the past few days. Dean, however, had abandoned his research to watch the unfolding scene with extreme interest.

With a nod, God began to carefully peel the tape away from the newspaper, slowly opening the round package. Across the room, Dean was getting impatient. He'd always hated paper-savers.

"Just rip it!" he shouted, causing God to jump and tear the paper.

She frowned, but shook it off as she pulled the paper away and lifted a Styrofoam cup from the now crumpled wrappings. It was white, with blue symbols and writing printed on the side. The top was sealed with a piece of paper, which also bore the blue symbols and runes.

"What is it?" she asked, rolling the cup in her hands. She could feel something shifting within it.

"It is a type of noodle, I believe," Castiel explained, folding his arms behind his back. He reached out and gently took it from her small hands. "'Add water and put in microwave for two minutes.'"

A smile spread across God's face. "That is wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Thank you, Castiel."

He nodded. "The other one is from Sam."

Her golden eyes shifted to Samuel. She offered him a smile, and then began to peel the paper away as slowly as the other gift.

"You rip the goddamn paper!" Dean shouted once more.

Her brow furrowed, angry that he had used her name in an offensive manner. "You are not to say that anymore, Dean," she chastised him. "However, I shall tear the paper, as it seems so important that I do."

So, she ripped into the package. This one was harder to open, as everything was pressed flat, unlike the first gift. She only managed to tear through the paper when she used one of her fingernails to scratch through. Then, she pulled a rectangular, plastic case from the ruined paper. Behind the plastic was a photograph of a street, a white building in the middle. Four men stood in the window of the building with instruments.

"It's a CD," Sam said, smiling at God. "I thought you might want to hear something other than Led Zeppelin."

God recognized the name as the musical group that Dean constantly played while driving. Though she enjoyed Dean's music, she was excited to hear other kinds. Perhaps this was the non-loud music that Samuel had told her about when she'd first discovered music.

"Thank you, Samuel," she nodded to him. "And thank you as well, Castiel. Your gifts are much appreciated."

The group ended the night by making God's cup of noodles, and torturing Dean with the CD full of what Sam had told Castiel and God was 'folk music.'