It hadn't been a joyride, and it certainly hadn't been easy. It had been blood and pain and fear, and doubt. An endless struggle at the end of which Castiel had only held onto the hope that some day he would see Dean again and it would have been worth it.

"I'm not God, Dean. I'm not an angel anymore exactly, but I'm not God either. I'm not sure what I am. Something new. I was an angel, and now I've been changed. I don't think God is capable of replicating himself."