Zachariah
Zachariah thought that he was reasonably safe while Dean was glaring at a wall. The ape had been glaring at said wall for more than five minutes already and Zachariah was noticeably bored. He could be doing real work right now instead of this.
Dean WAS just staring at a wall until he heard Zach sigh and move in his seat. That was when the whole axis shifted, at least in Zachariah's opinion.
Dean
Dean had had enough. He was glaring at a wall to stop himself from cursing everything in existence for the fourth time today. Well, he was until the d-bag angel in the corner decided to sigh and shift in his seat.
Dean had almost forgot he was there at all. How could he forget such an easy target to take his frustration out on? It's not like he didn't have it coming after the past few months anyway.
Zachariah
Zachariah found himself pushed up against a wall in four seconds flat. His arms were pinned to his sides and he saw Dean's fist pull back for a punch.
Zachariah didn't know when his eyes decided to close, but when he peaked them open again a few seconds after no impact was felt, he almost wished he had kept them closed.
The look in the ape's eyes would have been confusing if he had not already seen such a look before. It was lust and he was powerless to stop it. Worse still, Dean knew.