[Unfortunately, Castiel has to concede that Constantine makes an extremely valid point; the Heaven he describes is a Heaven Castiel is all too familiar with, the kind of Heaven that prides itself on the work of others.] A fair point. I can only speak for my own experiences in my own Heaven, but the old Heaven was very much like you describe.

[He winces, both at the use of the word 'Daddy' and just thinking about Chuck in general.] As it happens, God doesn't care much what I do. Or he didn't, anyway. [He shrugs. And, in the end, from what Castiel understands, his defiance came to bite Chuck right in the ass.

He nods, keeping an eye out for anything that might prove useful.] I imagine that's a skill that comes in quite handy here.