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Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday

It'd been a little while since Castiel had made it to the altar to give one of his sermons. As it was, he was still considerably out of sorts, his loss of power now to the point of subjecting him not just to colds and sleep, but also the need to eat, drink, and -- well, the less said about that other requirement, the better.

He was fairly certain at this point that, in creating mankind, God had been playing some sort of giant cosmic joke.

"Lying," he said, as he took to the podium. "I'm told that it's how you people become president, though in retrospect, I suspect that might have been an attempt at humor. Either way, it seems to have become a necessary part of the human experience, one which I admit I still do not entirely understand. It's progressed past the point of necessity to the point of habit and entertainment. All of you have lied, all of you will lie, and yet, somehow, all of you are continually fooled and suffer feelings of betrayal when lied to. And I confess, I still don't entirely understand why."

There had to be a reason other than politics. There simply had to.

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It's lies. All lies.

Well, this was an interesting sermon, even if Chuck didn't learn much from it. The only thing he didn't agree with was the betrayal part. Chuck was never surprised when anyone lied to him, but that might be his low sense of self-worth talking.

Rilla sat primly in the pew, still trying to figure out if Karla had just been cruel in telling her that this man was an angel.

For one thing, he wasn't in a nightgown, and everyone knew that's what angels wore.

He may attempt to lie to you. He probably won't do it very well.

It had been a while since Chuck talked to Castiel and he had to admit he missed it. That didn't bode well for after he left Fandom. "Hey, Cass. How have you been? Other than confused over the lying thing, I mean."

"I'm hungry most of the time and seem to require an inordinate amount of sleep." Wait, that wasn't the appropriate response to such a question was it? "And I suspect human social niceties require me to answer 'fine', anyway."

Chuck shrugged. "I guess it's not fine if you're not used to it. Though I can't understand how sleep is a bad thing."

"There are other things that can be accomplished during those hours." Though, admittedly, he tended to get piled on by kittens when he fell asleep, and their warm weight was somewhat comforting.

"That's true," he allowed. "But some of us find sleep more enjoyable than the things we could accomplish. Though, I'll admit, I tend to forgo sleep if I have something important to do."

"I've tried that. It seems to just make it very difficult to focus on things."

"It takes some practice." And perhaps a lot of drugs. "And you end up crashing and sleeping for longer than you intended later on."

"So there's no escaping it." Castiel was becoming quite the fatalistic bastard, wasn't he? "Is that why humans lie? Because of these ultimately unavoidable biological necessities?"

"Um...I don't know if I can answer a question that big," he said. He couldn't speak for the whole race. "I know people have their own individual reasons for lying, and I think most wouldn't say they do it out of biological necessity."

Castiel nodded very seriously. At some point it would occur to him that he probably shouldn't be asking Chuck or Dean to speak for their entire species. Maybe. We hope.

"Have you thought about which kitten you may like? They're nearly old enough to leave their mother."

"I think I still want Loki," Chuck said. "Unless you think your brother is going to come back and claim him, I mean."

After meeting Lucifer, Chuck didn't much feel like talking to any angels other than Castiel.

"No, I don't expect Gabriel to return. And I believe you would likely give Loki a better home."

"That's probably true," he said. "That cat will probably live better than most humans."

"Cats in general appear to have worked out quite a simple method of survival."

"I think that's true for most living things," Chuck said. "But if you have the means to live better than that, you should take advantage of it."

"Yes, but mankind seems determined to complicate it as much as possible."

"I don't think we mean to do it on purpose," he said. "It just ends up that way."

"Most of you don't even seem to be aware of it."

"Or some just choose to ignore it," he said. "Ignorance is bliss and all that."

"Ah, yes. Another of the lies you all love to tell yourselves."

"I don't do that," Chuck said a little defensively. "I know the world's screwed up."

"You're denying the fact that you lie to yourself?"

"Yes," he said. "What would I lie to myself about?"

"Odd. I would have guessed that you'd revel in your self-deception."

"I prefer lying to other people."

Castiel nodded slowly, thinking that perhaps this was merely another area where Chuck liked to lie to himself.

Chuck eyed Castiel for a moment. "You don't believe me."

"I'm sorry," Castiel offered, because it seemed like the thing to say.

"It's fine," he said a little grumpily. "I probably wouldn't believe me if I were you either."

"That's probably true, yes."

"For someone who says they don't understand why we lie, you seem to act like you know a lot about it," Chuck said.

"I've been watching you for some time, now. I may not know the reasoning behind it, but I'm beginning to recognize when it happens."

"Are you talking me specifically or about humans in general?" he asked.

"I was referring generally, though I suppose both would apply."

"And here I thought I was a pretty good liar," Chuck said.

"You're very convincing," Castiel assured him.

"Are you saying that to make me feel better?" he asked.

"I've not yet mastered the art of lying."

Which wasn't the same as telling the truth, was it?

Chuck smirked. "Say what you want about your lying skills, but you are excellent at avoiding giving straight answers."

"I believe that's an intentional aspect of my design."

"You think God purposely made you to be vague?" Chuck asked. He thought about that for a moment. "...that's kind of genius, actually."

"I suspect so. Dean often felt the need to complain about it."

"It was kind of frustrating at first," Chuck admitted. "But, I don't know, I kind of got used to it after a while. Doesn't bother me so much anymore."

"That's good the hear. I'm not always aware that I'm doing it."

Inspired by a conversation with a coworker regarding rental agreements, of all things. What can I say, I'm still a little low on my proper blood count. And my arms are sore. And I wanna go to bed.

WTF? Giving blood never used to leave me feeling discombobulated for more than a few hours, before.

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