~Dean goes to Bobby's house~

Dean opens the door to Bobby's house.

"Bobby? Bobby, I'm coming in!" Dean looks around. The place is pretty thoroughly trashed, and from the spiderwebs and dust, no one has been around in a while. "Oh, no." Bobby's wheelchair is on its side. Dean sets it upright and sees the bullet holes through and dried blood on the back of the seat. "Where is everybody, Bobby?" Dean opens a hidden compartment and pulls out John's journal. He finds a photo of Bobby with Castiel, three unidentified men, and a sign. "Camp Chitaqua."

Camp Chitaqua-Night

Dean approaches the sign from the photo. Men with guns are just inside the fence, patrolling. Dean is careful to stay out of sight. He catches sight of the Impala, smashed up and rusted to hell.

"Oh, baby, no." Dean approaches the Impala for a better look at the damage, peering inside the driver's side door. "Oh, no, baby, what did they do to you?" Dean hears something and has barely turned to look when he is knocked out by another Dean, this one from 2014! Dean identified by the military-issue green jacket he is wearing instead of Dean's blue shirt.

Dean wakes up and discovers he is handcuffed to a ladder. Future Dean is across the room cleaning a gun.

"What the hell," the past Dean said.

"I should be asking that question, don't you think? In fact, why don't you give me one good reason why I shouldn't gank you right here and now," the future Dean asked.

"Because you'd only be hurting yourself," the past Dean said sarcastically.

"Very funny," future Dean said glaring at him.

"Look, man—I'm no shapeshifter or demon or anything, okay?"

"Yeah, I know. I did the drill while you were out. Silver, salt, holy water—nothing. But you know what was funny? Was that you had every hidden lockpick, box cutter, and switchblade that I carry. Now, you want to explain that? Oh, and the, uh, resemblance, while you're at it?"

"Zachariah."

Future Dean stands up and says, "Come again?"

"I'm you from the tail end of 2009. Zach plucked me from my bed and threw me five years into the future."

"Where is he? I want to talk to him."

"I don't know."

"Oh, you don't know."

"No, I don't know. Look, I just want to get back to my own friggin' year, okay?"

"Okay. If you're me, then tell me something only I would know."

Past Dean thinks, then smirks, and says, "Rhonda Hurley. We were, uh, nineteen. She made us try on her panties. They were pink. And satiny. And you know what? We kind of liked it."

"Touché. So, what, Zach zapped you up here to see how bad it gets?"

"I guess. Croatoan virus, right? That's their endgame?"

"It's efficient, it's incurable, and it's scary as hell. Turns people into monsters. Started hitting the major cities about two years ago. World really went in the crapper after that."

"What about Sam?"

Future Dean goes still, "Heavyweight showdown in Detroit. From what I understand, Sam didn't make it."

"You weren't with him?"

"No. No, me and Sam, we haven't talked in—hell, five years."

"We never tried to find him?"

"We had other people to worry about."

"Where you going?"

"I got to run an errand."

"Whoa. You're just gonna leave me here?"

"Yes. I got a camp full of twitchy trauma survivors out there with an apocalypse hanging over their head. The last thing they need to see is a version of The Parent Trap. So, yeah, you stay locked down."

"Okay. All right. Fine. But you don't have to cuff me, man. Oh, come on. You don't trust yourself?"

"No. Absolutely not," future Dean says and leaves.

"Dick." Dean pries a nail out of the floorboards and uses it to remove the handcuffs.

Dean glances around the camp.

"Hey, Dean. You got a second," Chuck asks.

"No—yes. Uh, I—I guess. Hi, Chuck," Dean stammers.

"Hi. So, uh, listen, we're pretty good on canned goods for now, but we're down to next to nothing on perishables and—and hygiene supplies. People are not gonna be happy about this. So, what do you think we should do?"

"I—I don't know. Maybe, uh, share? You know, like at a kibbutz," Dean says.

"Wait a minute. aren't you supposed to be out on a mission right now?"

"Absolutely. And I will be."

"Uh-oh," Chuck says.

A woman comes up behind Dean and tries to slug him.

"Whoa! Jeez! Easy, lady!" Dean ducks and hides behind Chuck.

"Risa," Chuck stated.

"Risa," Dean questioned?

"You spent the night in Jane's cabin last night, didn't you," Risa spat angrily.

"Uh, what? I—I don't—did I?" Chuck nods.

"I thought we had a 'connection'," she said put air-quotes around the word.

"Well, I'm sure that we do."

"Yeah?"

"Hi, Risa," Chuck said.

"Screw you," she said stomping away angrily.

"Oh, jeez. I'm getting busted for stuff I haven't even done yet."

"What," Chuck asks.

"Uh, never mind. Hey, Chuck, is...Cas still here?"

"Yeah. I don't think Cas is going anywhere."

Dean enters another cabin.