Dean: See this is why I can't get behind god.
Sam: What're you talking about?
Dean: If he doesn't exist? Fine. Bad crap happens to good people. That's how it is. No rhyme or reason, just random, horrible evil. I get it. Okay. I can roll with that. But if he is out there? What's wrong with him? Where the hell is he while all these decent people are getting torn to shreds? How does he live with himself? Why doesn't he help?
*pause* *both boys look to Bobby*
Bobby: I ain't touching this one with a ten foot pole.
As a note, apparently god deals with all this by drinking a lot.
Oooh...Sam's happiness about there being angels and therefore a good side to the supernatural - the existence of god...it's just sad, knowing what the angels are really like, what they're up to, and how they're just going to smear him and his loved ones all over the pavement.