"Maybe we all knew." Dean sighed. He really didn't like this conversation. Business was easier, even if he had to dance around the Lucifer subject. He could handle that. This was way harder to process.
"God's not coming back, Jo." His voice had an edge to it. He never doubted that. All his life, he'd doubted the existence of God. Cas more or less proved it, but Dean still had a hard time believing in the all mighty creator. He rather thought God was a load of shit the angels made up to deflect responsibility form themselves.