At dawn, the parts of Sam that fit are sleeping on the couch. Dean is sleeping on the floor, which is still way better than being in Hell. But I'm sorry, you mean to tell me that in that great big house with a library and stained glass windows, that's big enough to contain an iron-clad, rather spacious panic room in its cellar, there isn't a spare room where Sam and Dean could crash? Sheesh. Bobby is awesome, but his hospitality sucks. Dean might have been better off sleeping in Metallicar, and I bet Baby would have slept better that way, too. Dean's eyes open as if to agree with me, or maybe it's because the sound of the wind blowing disturbs his slumber. He blinks and looks over his pillow to see the shadowy figure of Castiel (yay!) standing in the unlit kitchen. After Dean glances at Sam and sees he's still asleep, he silently makes his way to his heavenly visitor.
Castiel congratulates him for doing an excellent job with the witnesses. Dean is incensed. "You were hip to all this?" When Castiel says he was made aware, Dean sneers, "Well thanks a lot for the angelic assistance. You know I almost got my heart ripped out of my chest." Castiel blinks slowly as if he's gathering his strength to deal with a difficult child. "But you didn't." Dean's not backing down. "I thought angels were supposed to be guardians. Fluffy wings. Halos. You know, Michael Landon. Not dicks. Yeah he did. Castiel says, "Read the Bible. Angels are warriors of God. I'm a soldier." Dean gives it right back to him. "Yeah, then why didn't you fight?" Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Dean, play nice with the pretty angel. You don't want to end up back in perdition, do you? Castiel is getting pissed. "I'm not here to perch on your shoulder. We had larger concerns." Dean scoffs at that, because there were people getting torn to shreds, and adds the kicker. "And by the way, when all this is going on, where the Hell is your boss -- huh -- if there is a God?" I check to make sure I'm wearing my cross.
Castiel confirms in no uncertain tone that there is a God, but Dean remains unconvinced. He wants to know if there is a God what exactly he's waiting for -- genocide? Monsters roaming the earth? The fandom getting itself in the next tizzy based on vague spoilers? The apocalypse? He wants to know at what point God will intervene, but he's a bit blunter than that, because he's Dean. Castiel starts, "The Lord works..." and Dean interrupts. "If you say, 'mysterious ways' so help me, I will kick your ass." Oh, Dean. I wish Sam would wake up and talk some sense into you. Castiel throws his hands up as if to say he's had it, while the enormity of what he's just said sinks back into Dean's gorgeous but terribly hard head. He swiftly changes the topic. "So Bobby was right - about the witnesses? This is some kind of sign of the apocalypse?" Castiel says that's why they're here. There are big things afoot and while Dean might not want to know what kind of things, he needs to know. He explains that the Rising of the Witnesses is one of the 66 seals and those seals are being broken by Lilith. Dean realizes that she did the spell and rose the witnesses. Castiel tells him it didn't just happen there -- 20 other hunters are dead. Dean figures she picked victims the hunters couldn't save, so they'd barrel right after the hunters. Castiel says she has a sense of humor. I think the word he's looking for is whimsy.