Up in Heaven, or whatever alternate plane of existence Dean's found himself occupying at the moment, Our Intrepid Princess wanders past an empty marble-topped table to examine the copy of Fragonard's "Blind Man's Buff" someone's mounted on the wall beside the room's fireplace -- do you get it? Don't worry, you'll get it soon enough -- and by the time he's turned back around, the marble-topped table's been covered with a platter full of delicious-looking bacon double cheeseburgers, along with a silver serving bowl brimming with bottles of ice-cold El Sol beer. Mmmm. Beer. Dean, instantly on edge, eyes the apparently empty room with deep suspicion before examining one of the bottles, and by the time the camera's panned around his body, Zachariah and Castiel have materialized on the far side of the fireplace. "Hello, Dean!" Zachariah brightly opens right before giving Dashing El Deano an appraising once-over with his eyes. "You're looking fit!" Zachariah's pleased to note. "Well, how about this?" Dean grumbles sarcastically by way of response. "The Suite Life Of Zach And Cas!" The angels stare at him with a polite blankness.