"'God'?" Dean incredulously repeats, dragging Castiel into Bobby's room and slamming the door shut behind them so My Sweet Baboo doesn't end up getting his deranged angelic ass dragged off to the St. Martin's psych ward. "Yes!" Castiel eagerly nods, reasoning, "He isn't in Heaven; He has to be somewhere!" Dean tries, but can't resist rising to the bait, and grins, "Try New Mexico! I hear he's on a tortilla!" Castiel, bless him, seriously considers this possibility for a moment before intoning, "He is not on any flatbread." HA! Unfortunately, Dean doesn't find this anywhere near as amusing as I do, and instead chooses to get loud, ranting himself around the room about how the world's in the toilet now that we've hit The End Of Days, and that God is either toes-up or off playing skee ball somewhere down the shore, and Our Intrepid Hero would continue in this tedious vein for a very long time, I'm sure, had Castiel not finally slit his eyes in anger at all of the free-floating blasphemy and growled, "Enough! This is not a theological issue, it's strategic -- with God's help, we can win!" "It's a pipe dream," Dean retorts, not letting it go, so My Sweet Baboo quite awesomely gets right up in Dean's face and lays it all on the line: "I killed two angels this week -- my brothers -- I'm hunted, I rebelled, and I did it -- all of it -- for you! And you failed! You and your brother destroyed the world, and I lost everything for nothing, so keep your opinions to yourself!" Goddamn, Castiel's hot when he's pissed off. Woof. To his credit, Dean somehow managed to retain eye contact during Castiel's entirely justified guilt-tripping tirade, but now that it's over, he averts his gaze in shame while Bobby calls out to note, "You didn't drop in just to tear us a new hole, so what is it you want?" Castiel admits he did indeed come for something: A very rare and powerful amulet that "burns hot in God's presence." "A God EMF?" Sam snorts, not quite believing what he's hearing. Solemnly, Castiel nods, then refocuses his attention on Dean. Actually, to be more precise, he refocuses his attention on Dean's necklace. You know, the one we've never seen him without? The one Wee Sam gave him during the most depressing Christmas in the history of forever? Yeah. That one. Well played, Kripke. Well played, indeed.