Supernatural2005

Dean Winchester:
God?

Castiel:
Yes.

Dean Winchester:
[disbelieving] God.

Castiel:
Yes! He isn't in Heaven; he has to be somewhere.

Dean Winchester:
Try New Mexico, I hear he's on a tortilla. [a beat as the joke goes over Castiel's head]

Castiel:
No, he's not on any flatbread.

Dean Winchester:
Listen chuckles, even if there *is* a God, he is either dead, and that's the generous theory...

Castiel:
He *is* out there, Dean.

Dean Winchester:
...or, he's up and kicking, and doesn't give a rat's ass about any of us. I mean look around you man, the world is in the toilet! We are *literally* at the End of Days here, and he's off somewhere, drinkin' booze out of a coconut! Alright?

Castiel:
Enough! This is not a theological issue, it's strategic. With God's help, we *can* win.

Dean Winchester:
It's a pipe dream, Cas.

Castiel:
[advancing, furious] I killed two angels this week. Those are my brothers. I'm hunted, I rebelled, and I did it, all of it, for *you*, and you failed. You and your brother *destroyed* the *world*, and I lost everything... for nothing. [pause, Dean and Sam look uncomfortable] So keep... your *opinions*... to yourself.