God unleashes her wrath on a gang of bikers...
God was having a particularly rough day. It had all started with a nightmare. She'd watched her brothers and sisters descend upon the Earth, destroying everything and everyone in their path. Her angels had fought and died, and then her humans attacked viciously, easily being wiped from existence. She had been forced to watch it all, unable to save any of them. And – once all the damage had been done – she'd walked through the field of her dead children, only to find Samuel, Dean, and Castiel at the middle.
As the day had progressed, nothing good had come. Samuel had almost died once more, and God had been forced to appear and get him away from the situation. Not to mention that her impending death was affecting her much more than it normally did.
The group was in a city this week. God liked cities. She enjoyed the fact that she could gaze upon such a large amount of her children at once. It was the opportune place to learn to understand her most confusing creation. Of course, it reminded her that they weren't perfect when she bumped into the few who were incredibly unpleasant. They normally didn't bother her, though. Of course, today wasn't normal by any means.
"Oh, get that stick out of your ass!" Dean roughly patted God's back after she'd ignored multiple questions and comments.
God's nose twitched in discontentment, but said nothing as she continued down the sidewalk.
Castiel walked beside her. He knew well enough that she was not in the mood to be harassed, and thought it best to allow her to stew in her mind. He remained by her side, though, in case her mood brightened.
Eventually, the group found what they'd been searching for. There was a small dinner a few blocks from their motel, one they had been inquiring after for quite some time. They quickly filed inside as had become accustomed. Dean was the first to throw himself into a booth. Samuel sat beside him, and Castiel across, God left to seat herself beside the angel.
After several moments, a cheery young waitress appeared at the head of the table. She giddily asked what everyone would have, and the two brothers ordered their customary meals. Castiel, as he always did, ordered nothing. It was odd, though, that God should do the same. She enjoyed eating the meals of her children. This strange behavior did nothing but add to Castiel's ever-growing concern.
"Where the hell could she have gone?" Dean grumbled, peeking his head into a dark alley.
Sam sighed. "She's God, she could be anywhere."
The brothers searched for a few more moments, but then stopped when they heard the gentle flutter of wings behind them.
"She's not at the motel," Castiel muttered, looking between the two. He'd also checked the building in New York he and God often visited, but figured he could keep that to himself.
"How the hell are we gonna find her?" Dean growled.
"Dean, calm down," Sam tried to calm his brother.
The two started arguing, and Castiel watched with growing boredom. He was going through a list of places she could be in his head. He'd already searched all of the obvious ones. Although he felt he knew her, he did not know where to look.
A sudden shout made all three of the men turn and look at an alley across the road.
They all took off, running towards where the shout had come from. They were nearly certain that they wouldn't find God there, but none could ignore it. In only a few moments, they were staring at the last thing they'd expected to see.
There was a pile of bodies, all of them male. They were relieved to see no blood, but that did nothing to clear their shock. God stood at the center, her hands balled into tight fists at her side. A teenage boy was curled up against the brick wall in front of her, staring with wide, fearful eyes.
"Go," God growled at the boy. He scrambled to his feet and hurried quickly away.
"Don't just stand there, run!" the boy shouted as he tripped on his own feet, and then sprinted past the three.
God turned to her friends, and Castiel felt his concern jump. Her pale face was flushed, and the muscles in her jaw were pulled taut. Her eyes were red.
Her eyes caught Castiel's, and she sighed. "They have sinned," she turned her eyes to the pile of bodies around her feet. "They have killed, and they are no longer my children." Her eyes connected with Castiel's once more, and he saw the fear hidden beneath the false righteousness. However, he could not tell if it was fear of her children, fear of herself and what she had done, or fear of the death he knew was approaching quickly.