After getting rid of Cain for good, Sam and Dean are faced with a new challenge. Not only do they have to find a way to get back to their world, but Zachariah is alive again. He's agreed to help them for something in return.
Suddenly, Woody appeared around the corner. He was wearing a suit and tie this time, instead of his normal coroner's outfit. Fixing his tie, he walked toward the group. He stopped right in front of Sam and Dean.
Dean could tell this definitely wasn't Woody.
Zachariah tilted his head and smiled.
"Hello old friends. You miss me?"
"No, not really," Dean spat. He was not in the mood to deal with a douchebag angel who was supposed to be dead.
Zachariah chuckled and shook his head. "Well, that's too bad, then. I'm here and I ain't leaving," he told them with a grin.
"Uh, Dean?" Shawn asked. "Who is this guy? 'Cause he's definitely not Woody."
Dean sniffed and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring coldly at the angel. "His name is Zachariah and he's an angel. He's supposed to be dead."
"Sorry to disappoint ya, but Woody isn't home right now," Zachariah said to Shawn, his eyes glinting under the lights of the station.
Shawn's eyes widened and he shared a glance with Gus, who looked equally terrified. After getting one friend back, they had lost another.
"What do you want, Zachariah?" Sam questioned impatiently. He just wanted to go back home.
With a snap of his fingers, Zachariah zapped them all to some random field in the middle of nowhere. Shawn and Gus looked around in shock.
"What the heck?! How did you do that?" Shawn exclaimed. Zachariah smirked and shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm an angel. I can do whatever I want," he replied simply. Gus narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"I don't believe it. Angels are supposed to be benevolent beings that help people. You just seem like an asshole," Gus said. Zachariah scoffed.
"Well, I hate to break it to ya, but angels aren't quite like humans have depicted throughout the years. I could show you a few other angelic things to prove it," he responded. Dean sighed in exasperation and rubbed his temples.
"Look, can we just focus here? Tell us what the hell you want already, Zachariah," he growled, his fists clenching at his sides. Cas was okay, but all the other angels he'd met were dicks and he was tired of their crap.
"I want what you want. To go home," Zachariah said. "And I'm willing to offer you a deal."
"We don't need your help to get back. Cas is gonna help us," Sam replied. He was getting tired of angels, too.
"Oh really? Do you know how to get in contact with him? Has he responded to your prayers?" Zachariah smirked as the brothers' eyes widened. "I didn't think so. See, in this world, everything is actually normal."
Dean huffed and ran a hand down his face. "What do you want, then?" he ground out through clenched teeth. "What's this deal you're offering?"
"I can get you back home if you promise not to kill me," Zachariah said. Dean let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.
"No, I don't think so. You're supposed to be dead already so that ain't gonna work," he responded.
"Then you two are stuck here forever." Zachariah shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. Dean shared a glance with his younger brother, who gave him a small nod.
"Alright! We accept your offer. Now take us home," Dean demanded. He looked back at Shawn and Gus, giving them a curt nod.
"It was nice meeting you guys," he said. Sam smiled at them, while Shawn and Gus gave them sad looks.
"Thanks for your help. We'll miss you!" Shawn grinned at them and smacked Gus' arm as he started tearing up.
The brothers smiled and turned back to Zachariah. He placed two fingers on both their foreheads and...
...nothing happened.