In Which He Makes His Move: Park 1
"I need my four hours, Cas!" Dean yelled into his phone before slamming it shut.
Frustrated and grumping to himself he closed his eyes to try and fall asleep. He soon found himself waking, "Damnit Cas!" He sleepily grumbled, but Cas wasn't there; falling out of bed he walked over to the fridge for a beer, when he turned around he was opening his eyes again. But not in the dirty motel he was just in, he was in an alley, daylight, and he sort of felt sick to his stomach.
A little girl was curled up in a ball on the floor, he walked over to help when she reached out and attacked him in defense, pushing her off he realized she was sort of zombie like. All of a sudden five or six men came to the edge of the valley and Dean instinctively set off running and didn't stop until he was clear out of sight from those men. He ran into a fence with spray paint all over it, "Croatoin," Dean read out loud, getting a lump in his throat.
Unsure what else he could do, he headed to Bobby's, only to find an empty house. He took the best clues he could, enough told him Bobby had left a while ago and some pictures told him where he went. To a camp out of town, so that's where Dean headed. When he got to the camp, it was gated off with a sign; reading the sign, Dean realized it was the year 2014 and now he was freaking out more.
Dean walked up to the cabin area and after getting a few hello's and some waves he trudged into a more secluded cabin to take a look around. As quietly as possible he walked down the hall, he could hear a kind of sloppy sound and stuck his head around the corner. With a quick double take he saw a hippied down Castiel pushing himself onto...well onto himself.
Confused as hell Dean's breath halted and he looked around the corner once more, just in time to see himself throw Cas off, he hit the wall and Dean took this chance to breath again. That is, until he watched himself follow Castiel and entwine his fingers with Cas', planting a hard kiss on his lips.
Unsure what he should do he managed to stop looking, slumping to the floor and putting his face into his hands.
"I know you're there, Dean," Castiel said mockingly. Dean looked up, eyes wide and hands shaking.