Dean
Dean was a bit surprised when he found out they decided he needed a babysitter. He did not actually expect them to do that. It made him even more angry. They were treating him as if he were the irrisponsible boy that just had to ruin christmas.
Dean was not amused when he realised who his babysitter was to be. The angel was not as unexpected as the babysitting, but a guy could hope. He was just through throwing a chair at Zach when he realised that Zachariah was not putting him down, only threatenig to do so.
He decided to test his theory by slamming Zach into the nearest wall. Zachariah turned a very interesting shade of red and was giving out warnings left, right and centre, but nothing else. Well, this could only be interesting...
Zachariah
Zachariah could not believe the nerve of this human. To throw him around as if he were a personal punching bag? If only he was allowed to teach this mortal ingrate why no one messes with Zachariah.
Unfortunately, it looked as if Dean had caught up rather quickly on the fact that he was not being put in his place. So the idiot was not as dumb as he seemed. That was not as reasuring as it should have been. Zachariah, unlike popular opinion, did know when something was not in his favour. This was one of those moments and it always rankled.
Dean
How long was he supposed to go without answers? Did the heavenly dick squad really think he would just be fine without answers? Dean decided that Cas' favourite swear word fit them just fine. They WERE assbutts.