"Yeah. Funny how that works sometimes." It was things like that, those weird, inexplicable moments of what Sam could only call divine justice that had always made him believe that there really was a God who might actually give a crap.
And then he'd met the angels, and his beliefs had been turned upside down.
"We found him," he said, his mouth twisting in a wry grimace at the memory of Azazel and all that it entailed. "But doing away with that monster opened up a whole other can of worms." One that they were still trying to clean up, to this day.