[ He listens. Shit, man. They destroyed everything. But he understands, almost, how they got there. Laughing is not an appropriate response, and he knows that, but can't quite help himself. Smiles because that's all you can do in the face of that much suck. ]

It's the end of the world as we know it.

[ Quiet. Pause. ]

And I feel fine.

They're lyrics from a song by a band called R.E.M. [ Just. So you know. It irritated him when Dean never explained his references. ]

Do you think God is still there, Castiel? Do you think—. [ Where is God? Why doesn't He come? Doesn't it matter to Him? Not them, maybe. But the world. How can you create something and not care about its fate? ] I don't know why anything matters anymore.