Author's Note: Just a Short Chapter this time for update…

'So that's two cheeseburgers and a small soda?'

Dean only nodded as he sat in one of the booths of the diner, not even looking at the waitress that was taking his order; instead, he held his head deep into his hands and stared into the cushioned material of the seat opposite him. With a deep sigh, Dean began rubbing his forehead in anxiety, trying to remove images of a demonic Cas from his mind. He closed his eyes, allowing his hands to completely cover his face, as he tried to sink into some sort of darkened daydream.

'You can't save him Dean…'

A sudden cold wind wrapped itself around Dean's shoulders as a voice, smug, emotionless and instantly recognisable startled Dean back to reality.

'Zach…' Dean exhaled heavily, his tone dropping into a whisper. 'Son of a bitch…'

Opening his eyes, he saw the corrupted angel in the seat opposite him, a twisted grin on his face as his hands were clasped together on the table.

'I'm not in the mood for your games…I'm really not.'

'Dean! Please, give me some credit…' Zachariah maintained the sadistic expression that corroded his face, staring at Dean with almost extreme mockery. 'I'm here to help of course.'

'Help? Do you know the meaning of the word?'

'Dean, please…Castiel was an angel. He was one of my brothers and…I am deeply saddened about what has happened…and well…I wish to help out.'

Dean raised his head from his hands, fixing Zachariah with confusion: '…what do you mean was an angel?'

Zachariah grinned, causing Dean's face to redden in anger. 'Castiel is a fully fledged demon now. Didn't you know?' He began to giggle under his breath. 'Sam knows…he saw the beautiful transformation unfold in front of him.'

'Shit…'

'Oh don't worry…Sam is absolutely fine…considering…'

Dean's eyebrows began to knit in added uncertainty, the constant urge to meet his fists with the angel's face becoming more appealing to act upon. 'What the hell does that mean…considering?'

'Oh I just mean the hunger that is eating inside your brother's soul…' Zachariah flashed Dean a menacing smile. '…for Castiel's blood, you understand.'

Dean scoffed, a disbelieving expression sweeping across his face: '…Sam would never go back to that…' His tone began to get louder in anger. '…Never!'

Zachariah held up his hands as if he had been caught out, however his mouth still continued to smile threateningly towards Dean, as if telling this truth had made his day.

'Whatever you say Dean…you know your brother better than anyone of course…tell me, what did you see in 2014 involving your little Sammy?'

'Just shut your mouth…'

Dean suddenly got up from his chair as he proceeded to walk out of the diner straight for his Impala…and straight back to the hotel.

'Dean…' Zachariah stated, before Dean exited the diner. 'Remember this is only to help…'

'Fuck you.' Dean whispered under his breath, grabbing hold of the door handle in rage, as he stormed his way towards the Impala.

Zachariah could only snigger under his breath until suddenly the waitress appeared, clutching hold of a silver tray on which the cheeseburgers and the soda were laying on.

'My friend had to go unexpectedly…' he said grabbing hold of the food almost in frenzy. 'But I'll be more than happy to eat it on his behalf…paying for it of course.'

The waitress simply shrugged, walking away with the now empty tray in her right hand as Zachariah stared out of the window, taking a bite out of the juicy burger as he saw Dean speed away in anger back towards the hotel.