God. A concept or being that you always struggled with. Despite the horrors you faced, day by day, with the supernatural…you could not bring yourself to believe there is a God.

Not a good one anyway.

Much like Dean seeing the evil and the utter filth in the deepest crevices this world has to offer has dissuaded you of an all powerful being’s existence altogether. Sam tried and failed to persuade you and Dean. C’mon guys, with the stuff we see everyday? Is it that hard to believe in a God?

Yes. Yes it truly was. You were a skeptic at your core because you felt that maybe…maybe it would be worse if there really was a God. He just allowed this to happen, he created the monsters you kill on the daily—

Now? You have met Castiel. A pure angel dedicated to whatever trial the Lord has put him on.

You find yourself standing on the bridge of a highway. Subconsciously doing a little prayer and without fail Cas whooshes into place beside you. There is a tense silence. He knows you are no devout hunter, he wishes it wasn’t so. He also knows that faith is a tricky thing.

“Castiel…” You whisper into the night air, breath fanning out in plumes, swirling in such a mesmerizing manner your eyes couldn’t help but follow it. “How are you so…certain.” His eyes track the warm blur of cars zooming beneath the bridge, “How can you blindly follow….Him. The ‘Lord’?”

How can you see him as this beautiful thing to be revered when so much in this world is pain and torment—and he does nothing.

A lengthy pause of contemplation.

“The Lord works in mysterious ways.”

Now—you feel the urge to smack the angel.