The other alphas murmur among themselves, intrigued by the situations. The scent of an omega in heat clinging to Sam is enough to get them on edge - it's unthinkable what could have happened in here, fuelled by posturing alpha scent and omega in heat scent. Zachariah looks pissed, but maintains his cool.

"I will not engage in a discussion with a man who was alone with my vulnerable nephew. You will wait in the entrance hall, where the security personnel will show you and your brother out. Good day, Mr Winchester."

And then, as if on cue, somewhere far away Castiel screams in pain, the sound of agony echoing down the hallways of the elaborate mansion, and the air is suddenly thick with alpha scents - anger, protectiveness, even arousal in a few worrisome cases. And it's becoming obvious that whatever preparations Zachariah has made to marry off his nephew - he took none to ensure his nephews comfort and wellbeing.