[There's a god all right, just not the one Dean needs.
Castiel backs away; he's now stepping on air as surely as if it were solid stone.]
I would suggest you kneel, Dean. The gusts will be strong enough to topple those without humility or faith.
[Castiel vanishes and the promised winds begin to scream over Dean's form, tearing at his clothes and flinging drops of icewater rain against his skin like gravel.]
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Castiel backs away; he's now stepping on air as surely as if it were solid stone.]
I would suggest you kneel, Dean. The gusts will be strong enough to topple those without humility or faith.
[Castiel vanishes and the promised winds begin to scream over Dean's form, tearing at his clothes and flinging drops of icewater rain against his skin like gravel.]