Author's note: This is just a little rambling of sorts, something I couldn't get out of my head. I don't own anything.
Freewill is an illusion. Michael's words kept ringing in his head. He couldn't stop thinking about it. He'd toasted to freewill with Sam, but he couldn't stop wondering if it was all just an illusion, just some elaborate ruse. He couldn't stop his mother from dying when Cas had sent him back. Despite him being there it had all happened as it was supposed to. This time was no different. Nothing he did had mattered; it was all put back to normal. His mother had died, so had his father. He had been so ready to have his mom leave his dad. His mother could have lived, his dad could have lived, and the devil would have been kept at bay.
They were once again on the road, driving from town to town, motel to motel, looking for a new job. It was all they knew, all they could do. Dean was surprised when Michael hadn't come looking for him as soon as he had been zapped back to 2010. He wasn't sure what it meant, but it certainly wasn't good. What if there was no longer a Michael to tell to go shove it where the sun don't shine?
Dean turned up the radio in hopes of drowning out his thoughts because speculation didn't get them anywhere. He had to wonder though, if nothing they had done in the past had changed the present then did it even matter what they did now? He had been to the future, he had seen it. Would that still happen no matter what he did?
Dean had to believe in freewill, there was just no other way, no other option. And as if on cue Rush's "Freewill" came through the speakers. Dean turned the volume to almost deafening and sang along, "I will choose freewill!"