"I think we're fucking done with calling it wisdom, at this point. Let's call it 'does whatever he fucking wants, and fuck all us ants wandering around on the planet.' That sounds better to me."

It's easy to be angry, just a low build in his stomach growing and growing. Every second in Cas' presence just makes him a teeny bit more irritated about everything: Sam, and Bobby, and all of this shit.

"Yeah, yeah, you can apologize all you want. MIght also want to pick up some borax and a book and figure out how to clean up your own goddamn messes. God makes a mess and us insignificant humans are left cleaning it. That doesn't really seem fair to me, personally, but what do I know? I'm just a hairless ape. Oh wait." He pauses, and his lip curls. "So are you. Helpful."