Present 2

After Sam completes the ritual, Dean doesn't appear with any kind of flickering lights or melodramatic lightning strike like Sam thought he might. Instead Sam simply turns around and finds his brother at his old spot at the table with his feet up next to a pile of old books and it's like being transported back in time. Dean is leaning back in his seat casually, but his eyes are hard and wary. Part of Sam had wondered if his brother would have taken up wearing all black robes or something but apparently he's decided to stick with flannel and jeans. Of course, since fashion has changed somewhat over the intervening time, Dean now looks as though he's stepped from the pages of a history book. Sam smooths the legs of his own tightly woven mesh coveralls and tries not to think about how much time has passed.

"Dean?" he asks.

Dean turns to look directly at him for the first time, and as he moves, Sam can see a thin glimmer of chain connecting his wrists, binding him. "Sam. What the fuck do you think you're doing?"