[At the speech, he turns his head to eye Castiel, watches him talk as he ponders the words. It... well, it was an optimistic thought, and hell, wouldn't that be great? If it turned out God just loved them enough to bring them back? Considering what douchebags his kids were, though...]

Yeah, maybe. [It wasn't that he didn't sound confident, it wasn't that he didn't believe the idea, he just... he just didn't know. He glanced down at his lap, closed his eyes for a long second. Damn, these theological questions were hard. Trying to guess the motive of God?]

Maybe...

[A beat, as he tried to figure out how to phrase it.]

Hell, maybe we're just not giving him enough god damn credit? I mean, I'm starting to think, after all of this... people just keep putting words in his mouth. Your douchebag brothers saying he doesn't care, people fighting wars based on [Air quotes] "What he wants". Maybe he just wants us to stop acting like a bunch of god damn kids that need to be told how to behave all day. Jesus Christ, I mean, we know the difference between right and wrong. Maybe he's just... giving us a chance to do the right thing without breathing down our necks about it. You can't tell a teenager not to smoke pot, you just gotta sit back and trust them to make the right choice, and hope they learn from their mistakes when they make the wrong one.

[A beat.]

Or maybe he's taking a vacay in the bahamas.