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"What happened to you, man?"

I want to question him so bad but he probably won't give me an honest answer. I look at my future self with a part hate and part pity. How did I let this happen to Cas? Cas smiles at me, then looks at future me who glares at him hard, only causing him to let out a low laugh before pushing himself out of his chair to leave. Dean watches him leave with what looks like hate, but pain is there too. Cas is finally out of Dean's cabin and I watch him from the window as he whispers in the ear of a blonde chick who giggles and follows him into his cabin. I watch with shock at how easily he convinced her, though truthfully he isn't hard to look at. But I miss my Cas, the virgin who knew nothing about human culture and was always awkward. I didn't like what Cas had become: High, apathetic, and kind of a whore. Dean cleared his throat catching my attention back to him. "Sorry 'bout him" He said sitting down roughly. He didn't look me in the eye, and I knew why.

"How could you let this happen?"

"Hey, you try stopping the damn apocalypse, oh right you can't." He snapped, still not looking at me.

"That isn't what I'm talking about." He finally lifted his head to look in my eyes, "How could you let Cas do this to himself?" I could feel the rage vibrating off of him as his face twisted a scowl.

"I have bigger thing to worry about!" He stood up quickly, his chair flinging backwards, "Everyone is dying out there; I have no time to worry about Cas and his spiral downwards. If he wants to spend the last of his life high and fucking anything that moves who am I to stop him?"

"His friend," I growl out, hating future me more and more as time passes.

"I don't have time for friends, you may still care about him but your Cas and my Cas are two different people. Your Cas is an angel, he's useful, mines just a slut," I couldn't stop the rage as I watched my fist fly into my own face. Dean fell back, his hand against his face. He looked up at me in shock then lunged at me throwing us both against the ground. I punched and kicked for what felt like hours until I heard a yell.

"Dean!" It was deep and gravely, Cas. He pulled my future self off of me then helped me up. He turned towards future me "What the hell, Dean, kicking your own ass? Really?" Then before I could stop it future me threw a hard punch against Cas' cheek. He stepped back as Cas fell on the ground. I watched guilt wash over his/my face before he stormed out quickly. I lifted Cas off the floor and he let out a gruff "thanks". I examined his face; he would probably have a bruised cheek for a while. "What was all that about anyway?" he asked, moving back from me a little.

"You" I answered honestly, watching surprise in his eyes.

"Me? Why?"

"'Cause I still care about you Cas." I pulled him into a tight hug, "I will not turn into him, and I won't let you do this to yourself."

I heard him laugh a little then wrap his arms around me, head buried deep in my chest. I couldn't help but notice my shirt was becoming wet where his face was pressed. I pulled him closer. "It's funny," he said, his voice shaking a little, "I never thought I'd ever get a hug from a Winchester." I pressed a soft kiss on top of his head, smiling into his hair.

"I'll make sure to change that."