Abe has never said he doesn't like doing it. He's said 'I know what's best,' and he's yelled 'I am your god, you snivelling little gobshite'; and just been generally overbearing. There have been times when his brother slung an arm around his shoulders though. Zack still hasn't cottoned on to the fact that it's only usually been when Abe is trying to get him to do something. There have been moments of genuine affection because Abe cares for his brother in his way, but he's not generally demonstrative.
It's only now beginning to occur to Zack that he's being given orders and rules by a mortal, but because of the way Dean is behaving, there's a sense of fairness. A lot of Zack's spite and fury is born of injustice, and oddly, this tiny amount of fair-mindedness removes the reason to lash out. Zack is not sure how he should react to it. He's utterly conflicted and will be for some time. For now though, he pays attention and begins to grasp that there are rules here that don't exist at home. That's just the way it is.
As regards sex, Zack is (presently) the least likely to make any overtures. He's lain with the demons of his world from time to time, and there's occasionally been unpleasantness with his brother when Zack has really angered him. But he's never been with anyone living. If he does ever consider intimacy with mortals, he's just as likely to ask a male as a female.
So. He's already beginning to form an idea that special rules apply to females.
Possibly because they bear young. Spawn are a heavy investment, so females must be valuable. It's his basic understanding of the animal world applied to more intelligent species. .. he might not understand the more subtle social clues that mean 'no', however, so Dean may have to step in there.
“Don't break things. Eat ham if it's not spit-food. Don't molest females,” he repeats understanding as best he can.
Taking a seat at the table Dean finds, Zack begins to poke about the sugar bowl, and some of the accoutrements one finds on a restaurant table, including a glass vase with a plastic flower in it. “Yeah, if I make him angry, or if I don't do something, or if we fight. I can always find some kind of meat - 'Roaches, rats, snakes, but he makes them scarce if he's pissed off. I don't get this hungry at home, but I still need something.”
He looks up when Dean refers to him as a kid. Perhaps he should tell the mortal how old he is. Then is instantly distracted by the promise of everything on the menu and the offer of a drink on top of all that.
“Clean water,” he blurts, a little over-eagerly. “No grit, just a few bugs.” Clean water has always sounded exciting. It must be so much easier to take along drink without having to sieve it through one's teeth.
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It's only now beginning to occur to Zack that he's being given orders and rules by a mortal, but because of the way Dean is behaving, there's a sense of fairness. A lot of Zack's spite and fury is born of injustice, and oddly, this tiny amount of fair-mindedness removes the reason to lash out. Zack is not sure how he should react to it. He's utterly conflicted and will be for some time. For now though, he pays attention and begins to grasp that there are rules here that don't exist at home. That's just the way it is.
As regards sex, Zack is (presently) the least likely to make any overtures. He's lain with the demons of his world from time to time, and there's occasionally been unpleasantness with his brother when Zack has really angered him. But he's never been with anyone living. If he does ever consider intimacy with mortals, he's just as likely to ask a male as a female.
So. He's already beginning to form an idea that special rules apply to females.
Possibly because they bear young. Spawn are a heavy investment, so females must be valuable. It's his basic understanding of the animal world applied to more intelligent species. .. he might not understand the more subtle social clues that mean 'no', however, so Dean may have to step in there.
“Don't break things. Eat ham if it's not spit-food. Don't molest females,” he repeats understanding as best he can.
Taking a seat at the table Dean finds, Zack begins to poke about the sugar bowl, and some of the accoutrements one finds on a restaurant table, including a glass vase with a plastic flower in it. “Yeah, if I make him angry, or if I don't do something, or if we fight. I can always find some kind of meat - 'Roaches, rats, snakes, but he makes them scarce if he's pissed off. I don't get this hungry at home, but I still need something.”
He looks up when Dean refers to him as a kid. Perhaps he should tell the mortal how old he is. Then is instantly distracted by the promise of everything on the menu and the offer of a drink on top of all that.
“Clean water,” he blurts, a little over-eagerly. “No grit, just a few bugs.” Clean water has always sounded exciting. It must be so much easier to take along drink without having to sieve it through one's teeth.