Castiel merely grunted at the thought, and the language. It was course and gruff. He was never certain how he'd picture God's voice, but he sounded a great deal more like Dean than Cas could have imagined.
"Where I fit?" Castiel repeated blankly. Fun? He stared at the other for a long moment, then shook his head. "No. I don't think so. I'm tired of being a pawn in other's games. I'm tired of looking for what my job is supposed to be. The being in charge here will tell me what it wants, or it can bite me." The last part came out harsher than he'd meant to, and was evidence of the Dean and other hunter-like personalities he'd been spending time with. And possibly how the alcohol was seeping in.