[Castiel sighs, shakes his head patiently.]

We've been over this. I'm not the Castiel you know, because I'm God.

Now, sit down and tell me what you want. [He taps his fingers against the tabletop in a marching beat; with every tap, Dean will feel compelled to take a step toward the table and join him as ordered.] You should feel honored, Dean. God doesn't often give an audience to anything, let alone a human.