Dislcaimer: I do not own anything recognizable.

Warnings: Crack, OOCness. Takes place during 4.22

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Dean turned to face Bobby, but there was no Bobby. The small cluttered house and become a fancy, golden hotel room. Paintings of angels festooned the walls, the arched ceiling supported by shining golden pillars. A furnished wooden table stood in the centre of the room. When Dean glanced at it again, a platter of burgers and an ice tray with his favourite beer had appeared. He quirked an eyebrow; now thoroughly confused.

"Hello again, Dean" said a pleasant albeit creepy voice. Dean looked up to see Zachariah smiling at him, while Castiel stood further back, an expression of resentfulness and guilt on his face. Dean said nothing.

"I suppose you're wondering why you're here," said Zach genially, stepping forward. "All the seals have broken, except for one."

"What?" asked Dean "then why am I here? I thought I was supposed to stop Lilith!" Zachariah shook his head, the placid smile still firmly in place,

"You will, you will, you just have to stay in this safe little room until the time comes. Ok?" Dean just looked bewildered. He shot Castiel a look, hoping for some explanation. Castiel's expression softened, now he just looked sad.

"Let's go Cas!" cried Zachariah, wheeling around. When Dean looked again, both angels were gone.

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"Ok Castiel, are you ready to put our plan into action?" Cas glared, not getting up from his cloud.

"Your plan, you mean. Why am I even here?" Zachariah's smiled widened,

"Because I'm your superior and I told you to be here." Castiel said nothing, but couldn't help but tilt his head to the side when Zachariah began jumping up and down and saying,

"You have to do whatever I tell you! Nah nahnahnah nah nah" Castiel sighed.

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Dean, after pacing the room for the tenth time finally got bored and headed towards the table of burgers and beer. He reached forward to pick up a burger when he felt something collide with the side of his head and exploding in a burst of water.

"What the hell?" Dean stared at the ground; someone had thrown a water balloon at him! Dean edged away from the table, scanning the room for any other presence. Another balloon flew out of nowhere. Dean leapt to the side and ducked; the balloon flew over his head.

"You missed me!" he crowed. The next balloon hit him squarely in the face. Then he was bombarded with water balloons. He grabbed the tray of burgers and pushed over the table, crouching behind it.

Then, the balloons stopped. Not one to be caught unarmed, Dean held a burger in each hand and peered out from behind the table. The room was silent. Then a creak got his attention. He stood up and whirled around only to get knocked right back down again. Dean sat back up and groaned, putting a hand to his head.

"We did it Cas!" cried Zachariah, holding his hand up for Castiel to slap. Dean looked, but was then instantly sure he had hit his head too hard.

Both Castiel and Zachariah were standing on skateboards, and wearing elbow pads helmets and knee pads. Castiel tapped Zachariah's hand, half-heartedly.

"Ok Cas, now do it just like we practiced." Cas groaned

"Seriously?"

"Yes!" whined Zachariah, hands in position and bouncing on the spot, "you're ruining it!" Castiel sighed and did the secret handshake.

"Bayayayaya." He deadpanned.

Far away, back at the convent Lucifer ended up rising, because Dean couldn't get off the floor. He was just laughing too hard.

End

A/N: I'm on crack.

-Shooshkipoo