"Never mind," Dean sighs. Heh. "So, where the hell am I?" Dean quite reasonably wonders. "Call it a greenroom," Zachariah too-affably suggests. "We're closing in on the grand finale," he goes on to explain, "and we want to keep you safe before show time." To that end, Zachariah and Castiel (but mainly Zachariah) have outfitted the place with all the supposed creature comforts of home -- and from the décor, it's clear neither have seen any of the numerous ratholes Dean's been forced to call home over the years -- right down to that platter of Our Intrepid Hero's favorite bacon double cheeseburgers in the world "from that seaside shack in Delaware" when Dean was eleven or so. Dean, still supremely suspicious, flat-out balks at the offer of food, so Zachariah, either obliviously or intentionally tone-deaf to Dean's demeanor during this sequence, suggests instead a romp in the sack with Ginger Grant, because apparently Dean's into overweight Texas drag queens. "Why, that naughty boy!" Oh, sorry, Raoul! Zachariah actually meant that other, thinner drag queen from Brooklyn. My bad. In any event, Dean eventually rolls his eyes at all this and orders the angelic pimp to "bail on the holodeck" for a second in favor of filling him in on Heaven's game plan. "Let us worry about that," Zachariah smiles. "We want you focused and relaxed." "Well, I'm about to be pissed and leaving," Dean shoots back, "so start talking, Chuckles." Zachariah finally drops the affable schtick and lays it on the line: All of the seals have "fallen," as he puts it, save for the very last one, which Lilith herself must break, "tomorrow at midnight." Dean gets loud regarding his still-mysterious role in all of this, so Zachariah -- with infuriating vagueness -- assures his presumed prisoner that everything will be revealed "all in good time." Dean squints in disbelief at Zachariah's maddening equanimity and growls, "Isn't now a good time?" "Have faith," Zachariah counsels. "Gimme one good reason!" Dean sneers. Zachariah, finally out of patience, advances a bit menacingly towards The Stumpy Little Bow-Legged Lamb Of God and rather unkindly reminds him, "Because you swore your obedience." "So obey!" the angel warns. Dean shoots an accusatory pair of eyes at My Sweet Baboo, who rather adorably gulps and averts his own, even though this entire situation is completely Dean's own goddamned fault, so whatever to the accusatory eyes, tiny man, and shut up, and next!