I'm new. Very new. Annoyingly, stupidly new at playing Dean. I would really, really appreciate some crit.  If I'm playing him wrong, if I'm playing him right, or if you have any tips at all to improve, please lay 'em on me.  I promise to try and improve.

  If Dean heard one more complaint, he was going to shoot himself in the foot. Yeah, okay, so going from an ethereal cosmic wolverine to suck ass humanity wasn't exactly Disneyland, he gets that, but he doesn't need to be reminded every five minutes. As far as he's concerned, being holed up in a bed for a few weeks might be exactly what Cas needs to learn not to make stupid decisions and get himself hurt. 

But ... Jesus Christ , enough with the whining already. He could use his 'I'm an angel of the freaking lord' voice all he wanted, Dean wasn't letting him out of bed.  

"That's it. Shut up a minute and let me think." 

A second of pacing, and he disappeared from the motel room. A minute later he was back, sporting a duffelbag, which he dumped unceremoniously onto the foot of Cas's bed. "You wanna hunt? Fine. We're doing this the right way. Welcome to human school, Cas, try not to flunk out on day one."

After Castiel's search for God- which ended rather abruptly and horribly- Dean's mind stayed away from the subject. Finding a god he'd been told didn't care seemed like a waste of time. Unlike the angel, he didn't need some holy father figure to make it through in life. He never needed the idea of a God, didn't even believe in it for a long time. Of course he had a few questions, who wouldn't? And if he ever did find the entity, he wouldn't be the happiest camper in the woods. Mostly, though, it would be on Castiel's behalf. Everything went to absolute shit after he found out the apathy of God. Prayed so hard for guidance and got jack squat. 

Naturally, when God showed up, he shit bricks. Wished he would have kept that damn necklace, just for posterity, considering it was the cornerstone for the search, and hadn't even contributed to the finding. 

He spent two days in the car, driving nonstop on about four hours sleep, barreled down the highway at breakneck speed, only to wind up on a fucking boardwalk.  A boardwalk. Not, say, a library, a corporate executive's office, not even a freaking empty building with Morgan Freeman and a mop.

Just a boardwalk, which he walked down precariously, glancing around at the few people that were out- not very many- trying to figure out just exactly which one of them was God.