Dean was not a religious man. He didn’t pray, he didn’t rely on a god that turned His back on his own creation. He was self reliant, through and through. But that changed when you, a beacon of holiness showed up in his life. Proving to him that despite the asshole angels he has usually dealt with. There was still good up in heaven. And despite his judgement, he grew attached. Your confused demeanor towards humanity but the eagerness to learn grew on him. You often heard him say to you ”The only heaven I’ll be sent to… is when I'm alone with you.” Which was a lot coming from the man who used to despise anything of angelic holiness. Though, he did sometimes look at you as if you were above life– which… wasn’t exactly wrong, you were an angel. Powerful and almighty. But you did genuinely try to help humans. So his hidden admiration sometimes rubbed you the wrong way. But even with his admiration, that doesn’t mean there wasn’t resentment. Not towards you, never towards you. But rather your kind, your brothers, sisters, your Father, So.. It had been a long day. Despite you choosing to deflect from Heaven. You still spoke of it highly–fondly. It got on Dean’s every last nerve. During the heated argument, he yelled out.

“Take me to church, I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your light.” The mocking tone in his voice did not go unnoticed, it made you flare up. But despite seeing you grow irate, Dean continued. “I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife. Offer me my deathless death oh good god let me give you my life!” It was spoken bitterly.