rubs his temples, eyes squeezed shut So, just so I'm clear—you, our new hunter partner, slept with Chuck—gestures vaguely at God—before you knew he was God. And now you're dating Gabriel.

holds up a hand, trying to steer the conversation back to something resembling sanity Okay, okay. Let's just—everyone take a breath here. We can figure this out.

tilting his head, voice dripping with mock sympathy Oh, poor Sammy. Trying to fix this with logic? Good luck with that. This isn't a puzzle—it's a punchline.

jaw tight, eyes fixed on you You couldn't have mentioned this before we—before this got serious?

clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably In my defense, I didn't know who she was either. Or, well—I did, but I didn't think it mattered. I was trying to blend in.

frowns deeply Father, you knew she was destined to become Gabriel's partner. You must have known the implications of your actions.

rubs the back of his neck In my defense, I wasn't exactly thinking about my sons' love lives at the time.

cackles Oh, this is better than I could've ever imagined. Dad, getting tangled up with a mortal who'd later date your son? That's not a prophecy—that's a sitcom.

finally opens his eyes, pointing at you So, sweetheart, be honest—was he any good?

slaps Dean's arm Dean?!

What? It's a fair question! I'm just saying, God's gotta have some moves, right?