Fae sat by the window holding her legs...looking out it vacantly. Future Castiel knocked on the door.

"Hey...uh...Fae. We're going out now. You know uh to kill Lucifer." She didn't respond. "Do you want to go?"

She turn to look at Future Castiel her eyes harden and she laughed bitterly. "To kill Lucifer? None of you are going to survive. This is a fools mission."

"Maybe you're right Fae. But this is our job."

"Your job! This isn't your job, Castiel. Innocent people are going to die, and for what!"

"Innocent people have died anyways Fae. Or have you forgotten that? Are you so stuck in your vegetable state that you didn't notice our numbers are getting limited by the day?"

"So you're going to limit our numbers more!?"

"If that is what we have to do to stop this."

"We are pretty much dead anyways, Castiel. So go ahead with this dumbass decision you and Dean have made."

"Fine." Future Castiel slam the door angrily.

Fae sat there crying bitterly. 'They have no clue, what they are getting into.'

"Is Fae coming," Future Dean asks.

"No."

"Who is Fae," Past Dean ask curiously.

"One of the survivors. We picked her up not too long ago. Got a nasty gash from one of the creatures. Her friend, Jayden, was killed. She still convinced that we had enough to save her friend and she hates us ever since then."

"Oh," Past Dean says.

"So, you're really from oh-nine," Chuck asks.

"Yeah, afraid so."

"Some free advice? You ever get back there, you hoard toilet paper. You understand me? Hoard it. Hoard it like it's made of gold. 'Cause it is."

"Thank you, Chuck."

"Oh, you'll thank me, all right. Mark my words."

"I'll see you around."

"Yeah. Okay."

Dean gets in one of the vehicles. They drive off.

Dean is riding shotgun in Future Castiel's car. He takes some pills.

"Let me see those."

"You want some?"

"Amphetamines?"

"It's the perfect antidote to that absinthe."

"Mmm. Don't get me wrong, Cas. I, uh. I'm happy that the stick is out of your ass, but—what's going on—w-with the drugs and the orgies and the love-guru crap?" Future Castiel laughs. "What's so funny?"

"Dean, I'm not an angel anymore."

"What?"

"Yeah, I went mortal."

"What do you mean? How?"

"I think it had something to do with the other angels leaving. But when they bailed, my mojo just kind of— psshhew!—drained away. And now, you know, I'm practically human. I mean, Dean, I'm all but useless. Last year, broke my foot, laid up for two months."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"So, you're human. Well, welcome to the club."

"Thanks. Except I used to belong to a much better club. And now I'm powerless. I'm hapless, I'm hopeless. I mean, why the hell not bury myself in women and decadence, right? It's the end, baby. That's what decadence is for. Why not bang a few gongs before the lights go out? But then that's, that's just how I roll."