WHO: Zachariah and Dean. WHAT: Meet the worlds biggest douchebag. No, it actually isn't Dean. WHEN: Late afternoon. WHERE: Lawrence, Kansas. RATING: PG-13. NOTES: Thread is definitely backdated.
Oh, humans. They really were...something. Something else. Zachariah, personally, was not terribly fond of them. Surely, they had their uses, but in the end they were just pebbles in the sand. God created those pebbles to be stepped upon, in which Zachariah would happily do in order to get what he wanted. What, one might ask, did he want? Well, that was actually a very simple question to answer: he wanted for God's plan to finally follow through on itself. Destiny, after all, was a very important thing. And there were many, many little humans scattered across the earth with their destinies buried in the sand, right along with themselves. It had been his rightful duty as God's most dependable employee to awaken those humans. He wanted them to be alert - Zachariah wanted for them to be ready. Because their destinies were about to be thrown right into their laps, whether they wanted for them to or not. The end was coming. Key players were being stacked into place. It was Zach's job to ensure that every last one of them were standing right where they belonged. One, in particular, especially. That player's name was Dean Winchester. And Zachariah was very, very eager to meet him.
So, he waited. Pleased with the fact that the humans had found their way off of the chessboard he'd set them onto, Zachariah relocated himself just outside of the apartment building in which he was more than aware that the humans were settled. He did not enter the building, however. That wasn't what he was here for. The other humans? They weren't who he was here to talk to. No, it was Dean. Dean, Dean, Dean. The boy wonder, the chosen one extraordinaire, the reason the angels were going to get what they wanted when they wanted.
...so long as he played his part the way that they wanted for him to. Zachariah, of course, was not concerned about that. Dean wouldn't have a choice.
Spotting Dean walking up the front path, Zachariah vanished from the rooftop and reappeared just behind the Winchester boy. The sound of wings rustled through the air as the body of his vessel quietly stepped onto the sidewalk and began to move toward the man of the hour. "Dean Winchester," Zachariah began, reaching out to grab Dean by the shoulder, "I think you and I need to have a talk."