Castiel worries about God when she randomly disappears...

Castiel was worried. He understood that God could handle herself, but that did not stop the human-like nervousness that her long absence created. It might have been easier for him to handle if he'd known where she was, but she had disappeared without sharing that knowledge with any of the three men.

"Cas, unknot your panties!" Dean called from the bathroom, where he was shaving for the first time in weeks. "This is God we're talking about. If she can't handle herself, who can?"

Castiel knew that Dean was correct, but that did nothing to help his irrational fear. He still worried incessantly about his creator.

Dean tromped out of the bathroom, brushing his teeth. He caught sight of Castiel's continued anxious look, and pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth. "Cas, if you're not gonna stop going all Mother Hen on her, then I will take you to another strip joint."

Castiel glared at his charge, and then disappeared. Moments later, he found himself upon he and God's building in New York. He stared down at the city, praying that God would return soon.

Hours later, Castiel stood in the exact same place. He had not seen or heard from God, and his anxiety was on the rise. He'd even started pacing.

Then, at the back of his mind, he heard Dean's familiar call.

Cas, get your feathery ass down here!

Within a matter of seconds, Castiel had returned to the motel. The scene before him was… not what he'd been expecting. His mind had summoned the worst-case scenario and assumed that that's what would appear to him. He'd expected God to be bloody and dying. Instead, she was… quite the opposite.

God was sitting with her legs crossed on the edge of one of the two beds. She was holding Dean by his head, her fingers poking his defined jaw and cheek bones. She pulled him downwards slightly and smelled the top of his head.

Finally, she noticed Castiel's presence. "Oh, Castiel, I have created wonderful creatures, have I not?" she asked as she tugged at Dean's ears. She released Dean, who jerked away and took several steps in the other direction.

Castiel shot him a questioning look, but Dean only shook his head.

"I'm experiencing something wonderful, Castiel," God giggled as she got to her feet and stumbled towards him. She tripped on her own feet, and Castiel reached out to stop her from hitting the ground. She looked down at her feet and bit her lip. "Several of my appendages seem to have stopped functioning correctly."

"You know, for how hammered she is, her speech is surprisingly fluent," Sam offered.

God grinned. "Why, thank you, Samuel."

Castiel's brow furrowed over his blue eyes. "You have been drinking?"

God nodded enthusiastically.

"How much?"

"Um…" God looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "Ireland, I believe."

"Wait, you drank all of the alcohol in Ireland?" Dean asked with a wide smile. "Oh, you heavenly beings and your tolerance for liquor."

God pushed herself away from Castiel's hold and held up her hands defensively. "I hear your thoughts, Castiel, but allow me to explain before you accuse me of sinning against myself," she said, struggling to keep herself upright. "I simply wished to experience what I have heard many humans say is a release of one from one's self."

And, with that, God fell forward. Castiel once more rushed to snatch her out of the air, and then gently dropped her onto one of the beds. Her eyes were closed, and there was a smile on her face.

Dean snickered. "She's gonna have one hell of a hangover when she wakes up."

"Castiel, why does my head feel like it will explode momentarily?"

Sam sighed. "I'll go buy a couple bottles of painkillers…"