Author's note: So I forgot to put a spoiler warning which is basically only for the episode The End (5x04) any references made for any episodes before and after will be few and vague enough that you wouldn't recognize them unless you had already seen said episode… And I guess two important things to know is that in The End, Dean spent like two maybe three days in the future? Well for this story pretend it was more like two or three weeks. Also this is obviously a Dean/Castiel story, but within the first 5 min of the show you see that they kind of sleep around with anything that moves at the camp, so just a heads up that they'll probably be some one night stands not involving the two of them together…anyways enjoy

Dean quickly learned that the camp worked like a clock, there were a lot of gears all working together and if one stopped turning the whole thing stopped. Unfortunately this meant that Dean spent a lot of time indoors since so many of the inhabitants had developed a habit of shooting first and asking questions later. Mostly he hung around Cas's cabin which was fine except when he had to hide in the closet so Cas could have pill parties and screw around with the girls that stopped by every few hours. The first day when everyone had left Cas had made a joke about Dean coming out of the closet. This ended up being the closet they came to discussing what Dean mentally referred to as the incident. His future self graciously agreed to give Dean an hour or two to walk around while he tried to catch up on his sleep in his cabin. Even then though Cas was glued to his side; jabbing his elbow into Dean's ribs every time he was about to say something wrong or gently 'reminding' him who people were.

There were a few people Cas tried to keep Dean away from the first was Cassidy who he had met briefly and Louis who he didn't want to meet because the guy freaked him out from half way across camp. The one he was never supposed to talk to ever under any circumstance was Steve, an old war veteran who was basically a human lie detector and would spot a 'fake' Dean within seconds of looking him in the eye. Chuck was supposedly okay since Cas explained that he no longer 'received revelation'. Overall Dean found the future pretty boring; he knew that outside the camp there were Croats and millions were dying and that the people inside the camp worried about that everyday, but emotionally Dean was still stuck in 2009.

"Well cry me a river." Future Dean sneered while untying his boots and tossing them across the room. "Was I always such a pussy?"

Dean suddenly understood why Sam and Bobby were always complaining about his attitude. While he'd like to think this was only the effect of having to live in a world full of croats even he had to admit he was an asshole. He had been waiting out in Dean's cabin while Castiel dealt with some so called official business when his future self barged in with an obvious sour mood. "Just get out; I'd like thirty minuets with some idiot bothering me."

"But Cas-"

"Fuck Cas I'm in charge here not him. He'll find you when he comes down from his high." Dean would have said something if not for the cold death glare he was given. He decided that it be best to pick his battles since he didn't know how long Zachariah was going to keep him here. Luckily it was late enough that not to many people were out, the only source of electricity was a few hand crank generators, which meant most people went to bed early so they didn't have to get carpel tunnel from spinning a knob every thirty minuets. Dean headed over to Cas's cabin deciding to play it safe and not wander around.

"It's amazing the things you can't see." Cas's voice sung out through the beaded curtain that was his door. "Wind and butterfly spirits and um invisible rainbows."

On second thought he had spent enough time with Cas. High pitched giggles followed him as he left Cas's cabin followed by suspicious sounding moans. Dean was so sick of this place, they were all liars acting like they gave a damn about the others in the camp. There were only two types of people in the here; people like Cas who tried to drown their sorrows in sex and drugs and people like Dean who just shut down and chose numbness over pain. Dean reached the end of the camp grounds staring out beyond the gate at the darkness that oozed closer and closer everyday.

"Are you avoiding me?" Dean spun around ready to fight of the intruder hands raised into first ready to throw a punch to someone's jaw. Cassidy looked at him with a bored expression hands on her hips and head tilted to the side though Dean could see the tiny specs of anger in her eyes.

"uh Cassidy what are you doing here." It was hard memorizing everyone's name especially since everyone expected him to already know them. He had a system that seemed to work in some cases; Cassidy (Castiel), Samantha (Sam), Robert (Bobby), Rudy (black eyed demon bitch) but in most cases he was still completely lost. There was some French girl that didn't speak much English and had some weird hyphenated name and an Indian guy who kept saying his name so fast Dean wasn't even sure he knew it.

"It's eight o'clock."

"Oh ya, right. You want to talk about camp stuff."

"Ya talk sure. Whatever we're doing I'm not doing it right next to enemy lines so let's go back to your cabin."

"No!" Dean grabbed hold of her arms and tugged her closer. The last thing he needed was to get a lecture from himself. Cassidy flinched from the tight grip which made Dean let go and take a step back. He kept telling himself to play it cool and not raise any suspicious but he had no idea how to deal with these people without Castiel to guide him through. Cassidy looked at him like he had suddenly sprouted a third eyes, somewhere between confusion and disgust. "It's just you know we really shouldn't talk till you've done you're chores for the night."

Was she being serious when she said that a few nights ago? Her and Cas had exchanged looks like maybe it was a joke but Cas never said anything that would contradict the whole chore thing. What kind of grown women had chores? Everyone else had certain weekly duties, things they did that kept the camp working but no one over fourteen referred to those things as chores. He didn't know what Cassidy's were though or if she'd already done them, what if she had just been joking around earlier. Dean mentally prayed she still had something left because if she walked in on future Dean with past Dean things would not turn out well.

"What exactly do you want me to do?" Shit, shit, shit Dean mentally swore. Just his luck that she would ask the worst possible question on a subject he had no knowledge one. What did people do around here? She could clean the guns, fix Chucks broken window, derust the impala. Dean had to stop himself form flinching when he remembered the state his baby was in, slowly rotting out of site. The blonde looked at him expectantly her arms crossed with her fingers drumming against her elbow.

"There's plenty of trash in Cas's room." The laugh came out more bitter then Dean intended. He looked back towards Cas's cabin candlelight flickered against the dirty curtains. Those annoying giggles from earlier rang in his head like a mocking reminder he didn't have an angel anymore.

"Oh I see…" Cassidy's demeanor instantly softened as her eyes followed his gaze to the far off cabin. She ran her hand up his arm and gently squeezed his shoulder making him turn his head away from the offending view. "It's okay Dean, we'll go to my cabin tonight."

Momentarily Dean felt a bit better that he had adverted the two of them running into his double. But then Cassidy was grabbing hold of his hand and leading him to the other side of camp and he realized she was about to talk to him about supplies and day to day activities and he'd be staring at her blankly like she was the French girl. The outside of her cabin was falling apart even by the low standards set by this place, he vaguely remember Cas mentioning she joined soon after all the decent cabins were taken. The inside fared a little better her curtains weren't as ratty as Cas's and her floor wasn't as scratched up as Dean's. It was littered with objects, albeit broken objects, everything from shattered dishes to bloody bandage wraps. There was a big pile of clothes in the corner some were ripped and tattered others were covered in blood or black slime. Dean made a mental note to bring up laundry, that seemed legit.

"You never answered my question." Dean was snapped out of his thoughts and turned towards Cassidy who was trying to stretch out a sore muscle in her arm. Damn he thought, had she asked him a question? "Are you avoiding me for some reason?"

"It's been a busy week Cassidy." Dean figured the best plan of action was to act like a dick, a.k.a. be just like future Dean, till she got pissed off and kicked him out. "I don't have the time to do you're job for you."

Cassidy seemed taken aback by his response she opened her mouth like she was about to tell him to fuck off. She paused first then her lips closed and pursed into an annoyed expression, like everyone else she knew you didn't back talk Dean when he was in a bad mood. Though Dean wondered when his future self was ever in a good mood. "It's Jennifer isn't it?"

He racked his brain trying to remember a Jennifer, was she the brunette he saw himself with yesterday? Maybe one of the twins he saw a few days earlier? Cassidy seemed to take his silence as a yes, he could see her hands clench into tight fists till the skin over her knuckles stretched so tight they turned white.

"Look Dean I know I can't control who you fuck around with, but you made a commitment to me. I'm not going to go chasing after you every night."

"Cassidy," What the hell was Dean doing with the people in this camp, every girl that's talked to him since he'd got there had repeated some line his future self had fed them on some lonely night. "We have a connection."

"Do I look stupid to you?" Apparently he'd used that particular line on her already. Her arm shot up and Dean braced himself for a slap which never came only a sharp punch to the shoulder that was enough for him to loose his balance and fall on the worn out bed behind him. "Whatever let's just have sex."

Sam always had bad taste in television, so in the morning when Dean's ears were assaulted by hysterical laughter he threw a pillow over across the room and told Sam to shut off the stupid sitcom. Instead the laughter just got louder and louder till it finally roused Dean out of the warm embrace of sleep. In front of him Castiel leaned against the bed post bent over in laughter. He raised hand to point at Dean then wiped the tears that were forming in his eyes as waves of giggles hit him.

"You slept with Cassidy!" He managed to wheeze out between bursts of laughter.

"Cas go away." Cassidy mumbled pulling the blankets tighter around herself. Dean quickly grabbed the blanket before Cassidy could pull it off his naked body. The motion alerted the blonde to his presence; she turned over with barely one eye was visible from her blanket cocoon. "Are you still here?"

"It's funny because you have no idea what's going on." Cas jumped on the bed in front of Dean a huge grin plastered on his face. "So was it good."

"What are you even doing here Cas?" She asked poking the top of her out from the blanket.

"Dean sent me."

"Dean's right here you idiot."

"Not my Dean your Dean."

"Cas!" Dean snapped.

"Leave him alone Dean he's still high." Cassidy reached down beside the bed, she tossed his muddy boots and dirty jeans into his lap. "Why aren't you on patrol?" She yawned pulling the blanket back over her head and falling asleep. The two men look at her for a moment to make sure she was really asleep before they continued their conversation in soft whispers.

"Oooooh, you're in trouble" Cas quietly sung. Dean watched him as he fiddled with the things around him; running his fingers through his hair, scratching his cheek, fingering the buttons on his shirt, flicking the end of his shoelace. Cas looked at him long enough for Dean to see the only sliver of blue left amongst his nickel sized pupils. "You thought you ran off."

"What did you take?" He asked when Cas began to lean over his body; he placed his hands down on the bed trapping Dean between his arms. He leaned in till their noses touched and Dean could smell the stale booze on his breath. His heart speed up again finding himself in a similar situation as on his first night; he could feel Cas's skin against his, the weight of him against his legs, the pressure oh his knee gently pressing into his thigh.

"mmm I'm not sure, everything kind of blurs together." Cas smiled patting Dean on the head like he was some well behaved child. He hopped of the bed and tossed Dean the shirt that had been left on the bedside table. "The warden wants to see you."

"Do you mind?" Dean asked motioning to the fact he was completely naked under the blanket.

"It's nothing I haven't seen-"

"Just turn around Cas!"

Dean probably would have paid any money to not have to go into his future cabin but Cas was kind enough to open the door and push him in before he could change his mind. It was instantly obvious that Dean had been waiting for the two for a long time. He would have felt much better if his double wasn't cleaning a gun when they walked in.

"Where the fuck have you been? I had to cancel today's patrol because you went AWOL."

"He was getting to know Cassidy a little better." Cas patted Dean on the back in mock congratulations.

"Hey now," Dean raised his hands up in defense "You kicked me out of here. She ran into me and taking her back to her cabin was the only thing stopping her from coming back here."

"I don't suppose she mentioned having finished the repairs to the busted generator before you two hopped into bed."

"Well uh…"

"Of course she didn't." He slammed the hilt of the shot gun into the table leaving a crescent shaped notch in the wood. "Perfect, no patrol and no generator for the east side."

Dean stepped back as his future self stormed out slamming the door so hard a mirror fell of the wall and shattered on the ground. Dean looked at the window following the image of himself till it disappeared from view. Even when he was no longer in sight the pair waited a few more minuets before they dared move. Dean half expected to hear gunshots coming from Cassidy's room given the look he saw on his face before he left.

Cas held his hands out in front of him and started wiggling his fingers. Dean rolled his eyes and shoved Cas's shoulder trying to get him to snap back into reality. Cas wobbled a bit steadying himself on the wall so he didn't fall over. He squeezed his eyes shut then quickly blinked a couple times. "Wow the airs so heavy."

"You need to chill out man." Dean gently wrapped his hand around Cas's arm and led him over to the bed. He sat him on the faded red comforter softly pressing on his shoulders till the former angel lied down. Dean walked over to the other side of the bed kicked of his shoes and sat down next Cas. Dean grabbed Cas's hands and forced them down to his side when he saw Cas's fingers start to gauge into his skin picking at invisible things crawling up his arm. He considered lying down next to him but wasn't looking forward to Cas reaching over and touching him again, instead he threw a pillow to the end of the bed and rested his head against the frame.

"September fourteenth, that was the last time I felt my brothers." Cas closed his eyes and placed his hands behind his head. "And I didn't tell you because I though you'd think I was useless." Dean didn't reply just stared up at the decaying ceiling. He wouldn't have known what to say anyways, how can you apologize for something you haven't done yet? Then Cas began listing the events of his time on earth; his firsts, his bests, his worsts and his lasts. He jumped between things that Dean remembered to things his Cas hadn't done yet. Some things he remembered differently then Cas described, Cas spent a good amount of time describing when the two of them went fishing on the lake by a cottage and Dean didn't have the heart to tell him that was a dream. Other stories he found hard to believe like taking him out for beer and hookers, he'd like to think he'd be more creative then to buy him a girl named Chastity for his first time. A lot of the time the things he said didn't make sense as if he was leaving something out. He never mentioned Sam or Bobby in fact he hardly mentioned anyone beside the two of them.

Over time his breathing evened out, his speech slowed down and his limbs stopped twitching. Dean felt some weird sense of accomplishment that he had kept Cas from unscrewing a pill bottle for a few hours. Eventually he had no more stories to tell, like his life had ended when he came to this camp. There were no more adventures or good times, there weren't even bad times just the time you spent waiting for the end. It became quiet and peaceful Dean was seconds away from sleep when he felt Cas rub a finger down his wrist and draw a circle in the center of his palm. Cas sighed contently as his fingers intertwined with Deans in a loose embrace. "I used to be happy."

"Cas-"

"Castiel."

"Castiel." Dean repeated tightening his hold on his friend hand, he was about to continue before he heard Cas's deep breaths and realized he'd fallen asleep. A few hours later his double come in and wake them up but for now the least he could give Cas was a some time away from this place.