A/N: Sorry that I haven't updated in forever. Thanks to all those who continue to read/review my stuff. I promise to be on top of this more now that my semester's finally over and I've had some time to rejuvenate my mind. Hope you enjoy this installment and as always, reviews and the like are appreciated =]

Castiel returned to the hotel room and, finding it empty, made his way to the bed. His mind was a roiling mass of thoughts and questions. Ryan's words still rang in his ears. You'll be a phenomenal father. Any man, who'd take the time to come down here just to watch, would be. But how could he know that for sure? How could he know that this wasn't a mistake, that this thing was supposed to exist, that it was an act of Providence? Castiel kicked off his shoes, opting to keep on the trench coat that had become so much a part of him, before settling unto the bed. He reached out and slid open the drawer of the small desk that stood adjacent to the bed, his fingers fumbling about before connecting with the Gideon Bible he knew he'd find inside. For millennia, humans had found comfort and courage from these things, the books that supposedly held God's Words. Castiel knew differently, of course. He knew the truth: God hadn't spoken in many years, didn't even care what happened to those he called children.

Castiel sighed and fished the Bible from the drawer. Perhaps, he'd find something in there, anything to calm the thoughts rolling through his mind. Flipping through randomly his eyes landed on a particular Psalm. "See, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man that has his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate."

Sighing, Castiel closed the Bible and shoved it back into the drawer. Rather than calming his mind, the verses had added more questions to his ever growing list. Closing his eyes, Castiel leaned back against the pillows. How he wished he could sleep on it. Instead, here he was lying on a bed pretending, for all intents and purposes, to be human, waiting for Meg. God save him.