Future Castiel is sitting in a circle with several women.

"So, in this way. We're each a fragment of total perception—just, uh, one compartment in that dragonfly eye of group mind. Now, the key to this total, shared perception—it's, um, it's surprisingly physical," Future Castiel says. Future Castiel spots Dean. "Oh. Excuse me, ladies. I think I need to confer with our fearless leader for a minute. Why not go get washed up for the orgy?" The women leave. "You're all so beautiful." Future Castiel stands and stretches his back, grunting.

"What are you, a hippie," Dean asks.

"I thought you'd gotten over trying to label me."

"Cas, we got to talk."

"Whoa. Strange."

"What?"

"You...are not you. Not now you, anyway."

"No! Yeah. Yes, exactly."

"What year are you from?"

"2009."

"Who did this to you? Is it Zachariah?"

"Yes."

"Interesting."

"Oh, yeah, it's friggin' fascinating. Now. Why don't you strap on your angel wings and fly me back to my page on the calendar?"

"I wish I could just, uh, strap on my wings, but I'm sorry, no dice."

"What, are you stoned?"

"Uh, generally, yeah."

"What happened to you?"

"Life."

A car and a jeep arrive. Future Dean and some soliders climb out. Future Dean grabs two beers and tosses one to a solider. They both open the beers and drink. Future Dean draws his gun and points it at that soldier.

"Hey. Hey! Watch out!"

Future Dean shoots the solider. The others look between the two Deans. "Damn it," Future Dean curse. Future Dean addresses the soliders. "I'm not gonna lie to you. Me and him—It's a pretty messed-up situation we got going. But believe me, when you need to know something, you will know it. Until then, we all have work to do."

Future Dean shoves past Dean into the room and shuts the door behind them.

"What the hell was that," Future Dean spat.

"What the hell was that? You just shot a guy in cold blood."

"We were in an open quarantine zone. Got ambushed by some Croats on the way out." Past Dean's expression asks for an explanation. "Croats. Croatoans. One of them infected Yeager."

"How do you know?"

"'Cause after a few years of this, I know. I started seeing symptoms about a half an hour ago. Wasn't gonna be long before he flipped. I didn't see the point in troubling a good man with bad news."

"'Troubling a good man'? You just blew him away in front of your own people. Don't you think that freaked them out a little bit?"

"It's 2014. Plugging some Croat, it's called commonplace. Trading words with my friggin' clone—that might have freaked them out a little."

"All right, look—," Past Dean says before he is interrupted.

"No, you look. This isn't your time. It's mine. You don't make the decisions. I do. So, when I say stay in, you stay in."

"All right, man. I'm sorry. Look, I—I'm not trying to mess you—me—us up here."

"I know." Future Dean pours two glasses of alcohol.

"It's just been a really wacky weekend."

"Tell me about it." They drink.

"What was the mission, anyway?" Future Dean pulls out a gun; it's the Colt.

"The Colt?"

"The Colt," Future Dean stated.

"Where was it?"

"Everywhere. They've been moving it around. Took me five years, but...I finally got it. And tonight—tonight, I'm gonna kill the devil."

"So, that's it? That's the Colt," asks Risa.

"If anything can kill Lucifer, this is it," Future Dean says.

"Great. Have we got anything that can find Lucifer?"

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, we were in, uh, Jane's cabin last night. And, apparently, we and...Risa have a connection," Past Dean says.

"You want to shut up?" Past Dean raises his hands in surrender. "We don't have to find Lucifer. We know where he is. The demon that we caught last week, he was one of the big guy's entourage. He knew."

"So, a demon tells you where Satan's gonna be, and you just believe it," Risa asked bitterly.

"Oh, trust me, he wasn't lying," Future Dean says.

"And you know this how?"

"Our fearless leader, I'm afraid, is all too well schooled in the art of getting to the truth," Future Castiel says.

"Torture? Oh, so, we're—we're torturing again," Past Dean asks Future Dean incredulously. Future Dean looks at Past Dean. "No, that's—that's good. Classy." Future Castiel laughs and Future Dean looks at him.

"What? I like past you."

"Lucifer is here. Now. I know the block and I know the building."

"Oh, good—it's right in the middle of a hot zone."

"Crawling with Croats, yeah. You saying my plan is reckless?"

"Are you saying we, uh, walk in straight up the driveway, past all the demons and the Croats, and we shoot the devil?"

"Yes."

"Okay, if you don't like, uh, 'reckless', I could use 'insouciant', maybe."

"Are you coming?"

Future Castiel sighs. "Of course. But why is he? I mean, he's you five years ago. If something happens to him, you're gone, right?"

"He's coming."

"Okay. Well, uh. I'll get the grunts moving."

"We're loaded and on the road by midnight."

"All righty."Future Castiel and Risa leave.

"Why are you taking me," Past Dean asks.

"Relax. You'll be fine. Zach's looking after you, right?"

"No, that's not what I mean. I want to know what's going on."

"Yeah, okay. You're coming because I want you to see something. I want you to see our brother."

"Sam? I thought he was dead."

"Sam didn't die in Detroit. He said 'yes'."

"'Yes'?" There was a long silence. "Wait. You mean—"

"That's right. The big 'yes'. To the devil. Lucifer's wearing him to the prom."

"Why would he do that?"

"Wish I knew. But now we don't have a choice. It's in him, and it's not getting out. And we've got to kill him, Dean. And you need to see it—the whole damn thing, how bad it gets—so you can do it different."

"What do you mean?"

"Zach said he was gonna bring you back, right? To oh-nine?"

"Yeah."

"Well, when you get back home—you say 'yes'. You hear me? Say 'yes' to Michael."

"That's crazy. If I let him in, then Michael fights the devil. The battle's gonna torch half the planet."

"Look around you, man. Half the planet's better than no planet, which is what we have now. If I could do it over again, I'd say 'yes' in a heartbeat."

"So why don't you?"

"I've tried! I've shouted 'yes' till I was blue in the face! The angels aren't listening! They just—left—gave up! It's too late for me, but for you—"

"Oh, no. There's got to be another way."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. I was cocky. Never actually thought I'd lose. But I was wrong. Dean. I was wrong. I'm begging you. Say yes. " Future pause for a short time. "But you won't. 'Cause I didn't. Because that's just not us, is it?"