[ castiel cradles his cheek against his palm, watching jack from the corner of a heavy lidded eye. thomas comes around to refresh their drinks again, and castiel lets himself wonder who might be above god. it's not a thought he would have entertained ten years ago— nothing would have been a greater blasphemy. he tilts his head down, hiding another humorless laugh. ]

I've had a headache since I got here.

[ he shakes his head once more and lifts his eyes to look at jack, arms crossed over each other on the bar. ]

Maybe you created your own.

Or... maybe there's something greater than all this. Than God, too. I wouldn't have believed it, but...

[ he's been proven wrong so many times. how can he trust what he knows about the universe? the only thing he has faith in any longer is that the winchesters are good. ]