A Very Divine Intervention

Are You There God? It's Me, Dean Winchester

Bobby and Sila were sitting at his desk with a pile of books in front of him while Sam was sitting in a chair in the opposite corner, talking to Dean "Well, then tell me what else it could be. If Sila agrees that it's an angel and both Bobby and Sila think that it's the only thing that could have saved you..."

"Look, all I know is that I was not groped by an angel," Dean shot back, setting his jaw stubbornly.

Sam rolled his eyes at him "Okay, look, Dean. Why do you think this Castiel would lie to you about it?"

"Maybe he's some kind of demon," Dean shrugged "Demons lie." Bobby looked up from his books, raising his eyebrow in disbelief.

"A demon who's immune to salt rounds and devil's traps... and Ruby's knife?" Sam pointed out doubtfully "Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing."

Sila stood up, carrying the book she had been leafing through with her "Here. Read this," she said, gesturing to a paragraph.

Dean blinked down at the page "Er... Sila, what language is that?"

"Oh," she mumbled, looking at the book. She shook her head and grinned sheepishly "Basically, Castiel is a Seraph. That means he is just about a foot soldier. His name means "cover of God" or "shield of God". Do you really think a demon would take on that name? They might have originated from an angel but seriously?"

"Wait, back up. What do you mean the originated from an angel?" Dean asked.

Sila sighed and ran a hand through her hair, thanking Loki that she had read Gabriel's books in addition to the knowledge that God had shared with her. At least, she would be able to help the boys better this way "Do you know anything about Christianity? Demons were created by an angel – a fallen angel. Some of the more powerful 'demons' you might have encountered or heard about actually are fallen angels. Most of them don't have grace anymore but one still does."

"Huh," Dean muttered "So you really think that Castiel is an angel?"

"As sure as I can be," Sila nodded.

"But wouldn't other hunters have seen angel if they were real?" he asked, looking around the room.

Bobby shook his head "Not if they haven't been on Earth in ages. I found a couple of books that were written by people having encountered an angel. But they were ages ago. Several centuries actually."

"Well, at least this isn't just another round of demon crap," Sam gestured "I mean, maybe you were saved by one of the good guys, you know?"

"Debatable," Sila shrugged.

Dean sighed in annoyance and ran a hand through his hair "Okay. Say it's true. Say there are angels. Then what? There's a God?"

"At this point, Vegas money's on yeah," Bobby nodded.

Sila snapped her fingers and pointed at him "There is. He is a right asshole too."

"I sense a story there," Sam blinked "Hold on... Do you know him?"

"No," Sila lied. Then again, she didn't actually know Him. She knew of Him and met him once for like an hour but other than that. Nope, she didn't know him at all.

"Look," Sam spoke up, turning to Dean "I know you're not all choirboy about this stuff but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof."

Dean snorted "Proof?"

"Yes."

"Proof that there's a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally?" Dean shook his head, staring at Sam as if he had grown another head "I'm sorry but I'm not buying it."