Zachariah didn't seem phased by Dean's sudden reaction. Slamming the brakes, followed by shock, pursued by a demanding question, and topped off with a quick reach for what Zach was ninety-nine percent certain happened to be a weapon tucked underneath his seat was exactly the sort of behavior he would have expected from an unsuspecting human. Zachariah looked at the gun that Dean pointed at him in amusement, clearly far from intimidated by the weapon. "I don't think that hell has anything to do with me," Zachariah said casually. "You really did a number on that noggin of yours, didn't you?" He tapped a finger to the side of his vessels head, then clasped his hands together in his lap and shrugged. "Zachariah. I'm an angel. You've known me for nearly a year now."
Zach looked over at the gun again. "You should put the gun away before I put you through the misfortune of losing it permanently." He could zap that thing into outer space before Dean could so much as bat an eye. But, for now, Zachariah was choosing to be...not polite. Polite wasn't the word he was looking for. Cooperative? Hm. Yes, that would do. This was definitely a different approach. The last time he and Dean had talked, Zachariah had zapped him straight on over to the green room without warning. That had to be unpleasant for a being who spent so much time relying on their legs to get them from place to place. Personally? Zach found it entertaining. The look on Dean's face when he realized that he had been popped from one place to the other never failed to make him feel all kinds of cheerful. And, even then, that was still pretty polite for an angel like him. There were other ways to get things done, after all. Like ripping him into tiny pieces and putting him back together again. Zachariah was saving that for later, should Dean refuse to be cooperative. A tiny part of him hoped that he did. "I've been waiting to speak with you alone for some time now. We have some important things to discuss. Things about the apocalypse and how you're the one that's destined to stop it."