WHO: Zachariah and Castiel. WHAT: Zachariah loves to talk at people. Especially when he gets to lecture them on how much they fail. WHEN: Evening. WHERE: THE GREEN ROOM OF DOOM. RATING: TBD.
Zachariah was not blind, nor was he stupid. He had angels watching people everywhere and the second that someone did something out of line or something went amiss, Zachariah was informed of it. The angels, after all, were very organized. Far more organized than those pitiful creatures that had crawled their way out from the pit - demons, Zachariah found, were incredibly disgusting. They had their uses, however. Toying around with one of their most loyal subjects was not one of them, unfortunately. Zachariah had heard word of Castiel and the demon Ruby; he knew that they had run off together, doing God (ha) even knew what with one another. The demon had already betrayed her people - the last thing that Zachariah needed was for the pain in the ass demon to plant ideas into Castiel's head, thus making him believe that maybe he was rooting for the wrong side after all. With what Castiel was being exposed to from their side of things, it would have been terribly unfortunate to find that he had passed on all the information he had been given to the Winchester brothers and anyone else that they associated themselves with. It would have been very, very unfortunate, in fact. So unfortunate that Zachariah had spent the past day debating as to whether or not turning his own brother into a pile of ashe would have been a suitable plan.
Perhaps it would have been. But Castiel had been earning the trust of the Winchesters. As he needed someone in the inside, Zachariah could do no such thing on pure instinct. Castiel was not to be harmed - yet - even if he was sorely tempted to drag the angel back upstairs by the scruff of his neck to teach him a lesson.
Ah, if only.
Zachariah clasped his hands together, quietly pacing the length of the room. It was decorated fashionably with various paintings, most of which were captured in golden frames. The long, bare table centered along the side of the room remained untouched, and the few chairs that Zachariah had decided upon installing within the room were currently abandoned. A few moments ago, there had been angels seated in each of them. But they had long since been dismissed, their mission being to summon Castiel here so that Zachariah could knock some sense into him before his little brother did something that would have been both regrettably foolish and entirely unacceptable. All Zachariah had to do was lecture Castiel about the will of God and the importance of their mission; as he was one of the loyal and dedicated, Zachariah was convinced that a few stern words would be more than enough to shove him back in line. Right where he belonged.