Dean slowly cracked his eyes open and let out a groan, whatever light was in his eyes was especially bright. He closed them. "Good Morning" he heard a voice say. The voice sounded like it was coming from right next to him. As he slowly opened his eyes once more he saw a face looking back at him. The man had brownish-black hair and wonderful blue eyes. Too asleep to pay attention, he groaned and rolled over, facing away from the man and towards the wall. He closed his eyes and started trying to fall back asleep when his eyes shot open. He quickly rolled back over to face the man once more. "Cas?" he said, shocked, but somewhat ecstatic. Cas chuckled and looked into Dean's gorgeous green eyes. He nodded. "Good Morning. How did you sleep?" He asked him. Dean wasn't sure how to respond, was he dreaming? Or was this actually real? He quickly shook off the thought that Cas was alive and looked around the room as he rubbed his eyes. He wondered whether Sam had somehow created this to make him feel better or if his own mind had conjured this reality up, as it was what he needed the most right now.

Dean was laying on the left side of the bed. The door was right in front of it. On each side of the door were large shelves that seemed to have a large amount of photos on each one. Next to him was a desk and on the other side of the bed was a dresser. There was a large window on that side. It was a room that he had never seen, nor thought of, in his life. He looked back over at Cas, who was eagerly awaiting his response. "Uh.. yeah" Dean replied. "What time do you think we should leave? Remember it takes like 7 hours to get there, and we have to leave before 4:00" Cas said, smiling at Dean. "uh.. what?" Dean asked, stumbling on his words. Cas's smile faded "We have to drop the children off at Jody's before Abigail's class. Did you forget?" Cas asked him. He looked concerned. Dean looked down at his chest and his hands, making sure that he was actually still him and he wasn't someone else or something. Confused, He looked over at pictures on the shelves. There were a bunch of pictures of him and Cas. A lot of them seemed to be taken in different areas, kinda like they had traveled a lot. He looked on the other shelf and noticed a picture of him, Cas, and 3 children. Two girls and one boy. He assumed one of them was whoever 'Abigail' was. 'Kids', Dean thought. 'We have kids?' Next to it was a picture of him and Sam. Sam's hair was longer then it had ever been before. Next to that was a picture of him and Mary, from when he was little. The one he had always kept with him. "Are you okay?" Cas asked him as he tilted his head. He had noticed Dean looking around the room instead of answering his question. Dean quickly turned his head towards Cas "Yeah I'm fine,.. well um.. I am now" Dean said, staring into his eyes, starting to smile. Dean didn't care whether this was real or fake, he was just happy to actually see Cas, not just think about him.

Cas smiled and moved a little closer to Dean. "We've been sleeping for quite a while, we should get up" Cas said to him. "No" Dean replied quickly before Cas was able to get up. "I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to lay here for just a little bit longer". The thought that Cas actually needed sleep, never occurred to him. Dean leaned in closer to kiss Cas, of which Cas accepted and kissed him back. Cas pulled back after a few straight minutes of making out. "What did you mean by your alright now?" He asked. It was a question that had been lingering in his mind ever since Dean said it. "I mean I'm good now that I get to see you" Dean replied, staring at the angel. Cas smiled "I don't understand, you see me everyday. Did you have a bad dream or something?" He asked. He looked worried again. "Yeah I guess I did" Dean said. "Do you want to talk about it?" Cas asked him. "Nah. It's fine, don't worry about it" Dean replied. He didn't want to tell him anything, since he still wasn't sure what was going on, and it might ruin this reality, or whatever it was. Dean knew he would need to go home sooner rather then later, but he wanted to savor these moments for as long as he possibly could, before the time came to leave. He was prepared to play along for as long as he wanted, or needed to. "Alright" Cas replied. He rolled over and looked to the dresser next to him. The clock read 9:17 am. "I'm gonna go make breakfast" Cas said smiling. He leaned over to kiss Dean once more before getting out of bed and picking his shirt up from the top of the dresser. He threw it over his head as Dean sat up. "I'll meet you downstairs" Cas said as he walked out the door. Dean threw himself back on the bed, realizing just how comfortable it was, before pulling himself up and sitting on the edge of the bed. He grabbed his phone on the desk. "Crap" he said. His phone was locked. The problem was that he didn't know what he would've made his pass code. "Alright think, it's me... but not me. If I had a password on my phone what would it be?" he thought. "The day Sam was born? Maybe". He put the date in. Incorrect. "I hope it's not something stupid that I don't know. Like one of their birthdays or something" he said, looking over at the picture of them and the kids.

'What about the day I met Cas?' he thought to himself.

He put in the date and the phone unlocked. "Awesome" he said to himself. The first thing he did was check the date. September 19th, 2022. "What the hell? 2022? That's five years in the future". Dean's mind immediately went to the fact that maybe him and Sam found a way to bring him back, and for some reason he was being shown what was going to happen. "I guess a lot can change in five years" he said, looking down at his phone. Dean stood up and grabbed his red over shirt off of the ground. He threw it over his black t-shirt and pulled on his jeans. He took a closer look at the photos on the shelf before heading out of the room.

The second floor consisted purely of a hallway with five rooms. As he walked downstairs, he noticed what looked to be the front door right at the bottom of them. He walked down the hallway to his right, trying to figure out where the kitchen was. It seemed their house had a lot of hallways. To the left of the hallway was the living room. The TV was on and so was the radio it seemed. He imagined that if he followed the sound of it, he would find where everyone was. Dean was still having a hard time understanding how or why they seemed to have kids, but he was planning on playing along and he couldn't really do that without first accepting it. He took a right after the stairs and walked into the kitchen.