Dean's entire face seemed to shrug even though his body didn't move much because of fatigue. His brow quirked and he didn't so much roll his eyes, but the sentiment was there. Like, 'I wish that I could believe you'. Because he was still wary, questioning more about God. Now that he was being forced to think more and more about being. It was a 'what would you have me say'. Because Dean had long accepted that God didn't exist. Then these Angels came along and said different. Which lead Dean to be convinced that didn't care. However, despite how obvious it was, he didn't say anything. And in fact, he shuttered his thoughts from his face for Anna's benefit. Because Anna had been on their side, good to them, from the beginning. God was like ... literally her dad. No one liked to hear bad stuff about their father, .. father figure. Well, fuck. What was this? The night of the daddy issues?
"Unless God's on the vacation, I don't see who He'd be letting talk for him." Dean paused. "Is it the Alan Rickman of Heaven?" Because Dean had obviously seen Dogma and could remember that much. But he couldn't remember anything about the Angelic hierarchy that he had happened to have read. "Because Alan Rickman is bad but not ba -- Wait, what?" Dean blinked at what she said sunk in. Killing angels? But what had the power to kill an actual Angel. Lilith maybe? Dean didn't even think that she could. Maybe she could but why would she care enough? "Who would want to kill angels?" Obviously if she knew she would have said. But maybe she had ideas because Dean had none. He had some thoughts on who COULD ... maybe. But the actually wanting to? Taking the effort to? He had none.