[ so, not god. it's interesting but not entirely surprising— though he can't help but feel there's something deeply wrong with all jack's saying. they should have put this to bed a long time ago, this pattern of revivals, every new life a fresh back bent for self-flaggilation. it sounds to him as though jack should have been allowed the peace of death— of heaven. castiel can't help but envy him that, knowing he won't go there when he leaves this life.

where he does go is irrelevant. who wouldn't want to return home, at the end of all things? but he'll never go home again. ]

I'm sorry,

[ castiel offers again, impotently. jack should have never been born into this world. it was always going to be like this, every disenfranchised creature that had been brought to heel vying for this impossible power: for the chance to change the board. he understands. ]

You really should just stay here.

[ it'd be better for everyone. him, too. he should stay away from dean. let him be free of all his ridiculous desires.

he sighs: ]

I deserved to stay dead. Maybe we both did.

[ then he hears a peal of nervous laughter from thomas, who suddenly interjects: ]

Hey, hey, what's your theme song?