Castiel asks God if she loves the humans more than the angels...
Castiel's head rested upon God's shoulder. Her thin fingers gently weaved through his hair as she cradled his head protectively, like a mother willing her shaken son back to sleep. He found her steady breathing relaxing, and understood why Dean would miss his mother.
A question had been buzzing in his mind for a large portion of the day, but he was too afraid to disturb the peace between them to ask.
"Castiel," God uttered in his ear. "I wish you would learn that I enjoy your questions."
He closed his eyes, focusing on the vibrations of her voice within her chest. He didn't want to ask, and decided to pretend not to hear her.
"Castiel, I do not like to be ignored."
He sighed. "I did not want to disturb the peace..."
"Consider it disturbed."
"The humans," Castiel began, realizing it was futile to hold it back any longer. "Do you favor them over us?"
God sighed, her chest heaving beneath his head. "I love all of my children, but the humans are special. There is a long story behind their creation, Castiel."
"I am willing to listen," Castiel mumbled.
With another sigh, God began telling her story.
"Long ago, when I was young and naive, one of my first creations were you and your siblings. I molded you in the image of my father, as any good child should. You were strong and valiant, and incredibly obedient. My father praised me for your creation, and I saw your perfection.
"As many years passed, I found myself questioning my father's view of perfect. He had created me as a perfect soldier; I was emotionless and fierce, as I had created my children to be. I loved you all the same, but you were no longer perfect in my mind.
"So, I began forming the humans. I gave them flaws and individuality - things I'd never considered important until then. I gave them happiness, anger, and sorrow. I gave them the ability to think for themselves and question me. I was convinced that they're imperfection was what madethem perfect.
"My brothers and sisters shunned me for creating them. They thought it ill of me to bring something so susceptible to hatred and violence into existence. The only thing that stopped them from destroying both humans and angels - this entire world - was the law against it, created by my father to instill peace. However, nothing could stop my family from exiling me from my home. Since then, I have watched over my sons and daughters, loving their imperfections more and more each day."
The first thing Castiel noticed was the strange similarities between himself and God. He would never assume that they were at the same level, but he found that they were alike in many ways. Both had dared to be different, to go against their father for what they thought right. Both had been exiled, cut off from their home. Castiel wondered if God would one day be accepted once more, as he eventually had been.
Then he pondered what God had said about perfection. It was an odd opinion, but he could not help but to think it wise. Most of what she said was.
"I am very proud of you, Castiel," God said, interrupting the angel's train of thought. "You are one of my wisest, most open-minded sons."
Castiel couldn't help but to smile. God - the 'father' he had wanted to please since creation - had complimented him.
A/N: I just wanted to say that I had my fears about this chapter. It was one of the earlier ones I'd written, and now that I look at it, it kind of bugs me. Still, I figured I'd post it. Just give you a little more insight about who God really is.