Past Dean, Future Dean, Castiel, Risa, and other soliders walk, carrying guns and scanning the area.

"There. Second-floor window. We go in there," Future Dean says.

"You sure about this," Risa asks him.

"They'll never see us coming. Trust me. Now, weapons check. We're on the move in five," Future Dean says.

"Hey, uh, me. Can I talk to you for a sec," Past Dean says. Future Dean goes to the side with past Dean.

"Tell me what's going on."

"What?"

"I know you. You're lying to these people and to me."

"Is that so."

"Yeah. See, I know your lying expressions. I've seen them in the mirror. Now, there's something you're not telling us."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, really? Well, I don't seem to be the only member of your posse with some questions, so, uh, maybe I'll just take my doubts over to them."

"Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait."

"What?"

"Take a look around you, man. This place should be white-hot with Croats. Where are they?"

"They cleared a path for us. Which means that this is—"

"A trap. Exactly."

"Well, then we can't go through the front."

"Oh, we're not. They are. They're the decoys. You and me, we're going in through the back."

"You mean you're gonna feed your friends into a meat grinder? Cas, too? You want to use their deaths as a diversion?" Future Dean looks away.

"Oh, man, something is broken in you. You're making decisions that I would never make. I wouldn't sacrifice my friends."

"You're right. You wouldn't. It's one of the main reasons we're in this mess, actually."

"These people count on you. They trust you."

"They trust me to kill the devil and to save the world and that's exactly what I'm gonna do."

"No. Not like this, you're not. I'm not gonna let you."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah." Future Dean slugs past Dean.

LUCIFER

Dean wakes up on the ground. He hears gunfire in the building and runs toward it. Thunder crashes, lightning flashes, and Dean sees Future Dean on the ground, neck held down by someone wearing a white shoe. Future Dean opens his eyes and sees Dean. The someone shifts his weight; Future Dean's neck audibly breaks. The someone, Dean sees, is Sam but not; it must be Lucifer. He turns around and sees Dean.

"Oh. Hello, Dean," Lucifer says. Dean stares at Lucifer. "Aren't you a surprise?" Thunder and lightning; Lucifer is now behind Dean. "You've come a long way to see this, haven't you?"

"Well, go ahead. Kill me."

"Kill you?" Lucifer looks at the corpse of future Dean. "Don't you think that would be a little...redundant?" Lucifer sighs. "I'm sorry. It must be painful, speaking to me in this—shape. But it had to be your brother. It had to be." Lucifer reaches for Dean's shoulder. Dean moves back. "You don't have to be afraid of me, Dean. What do you think I'm going to do?"

"I don't know. Maybe deep-fry the planet?" Lucifer examines a rose, but turns away.

"Why? Why would I want to destroy this stunning thing? Beautiful in a trillion different ways. The last perfect handiwork of God." Dean doesn't answer. "You ever hear the story of how I fell from grace?"

"Oh, good God, you're not gonna tell me a bedtime story, are you? My stomach's almost out of bile."

"You know why God cast me down? Because I loved him. More than anything. And then God created..." Lucifer smirks. "You. The little...hairless apes. And then he asked all of us to bow down before you—to love you, more than him. And I said, "Father, I can't." I said, "These human beings are flawed, murderous." And for that, God had Michael cast me into hell. Now, tell me, does the punishment fit the crime? Especially, when I was right? Look at what six billion of you have done to this thing, and how many of you blame me for it."

"You're not fooling me, you know that? With this sympathy-for-the-devil crap. I know what you are."

"What am I?"

"You're the same thing, only bigger. The same brand of cockroach I've been squashing my whole life. An ugly, evil, belly-to-the-ground, supernatural piece of crap. The only difference between them and you is the size of your ego." Lucifer smiles.

"I like you, Dean. I get what the other angels see in you. Goodbye. We'll meet again soon." Lucifer turns to walk away.

"You better kill me now!" Lucifer turns back.

"Pardon?"

"You better kill me now. Or I swear, I will find a way to kill you. And I won't stop."

"I know you won't. I know you won't say yes to Michael, either. And I know you won't kill Sam. Whatever you do, you will always end up here. Whatever choices you make, whatever details you alter, we will always end up—here. I win. So, I win."

"You're wrong."

"See you in five years, Dean." Thunder and lightning; Lucifer is gone. Dean turns around and sees Zachariah behind him, reaching for his forehead with two fingers.

Fae sighed looking out the window.

"They aren't coming back," someone from behind her said. She whirled her head around to see a balding man in a black suit.

"What do you mean?"

"They are dead and time is up."

"Wait, wh-", she started to say before the man pressed his fingers to her forehead.

Dean leans against the kitchenette sink. Zachariah stands in front of him with Fae next to him looking a little dazed.

"Oh, well, if it isn't the ghost of Christmas screw you."

"Enough. Dean, enough. You saw it, right? You saw what happens. You're the only person who can prove the devil wrong. Just say yes."

"Wait, what's going on," Fae asked but was ignored by the both of them.

"How do I know that this whole thing isn't one of your tricks? Huh? Some angel hocus-pocus?"

"The time for tricks is over. Give yourself to Michael. Say yes and we can strike. Before Lucifer gets to Sam. Before billions die. And Fae...that whole thing that world you live in it was a fake...a test...you never belonged there."

"You mean...losing Jayden...all those people I met, it was fake! You put me through that test for nothing! None of it was real." Dean looked over at Fae sympathetically and considers this for a long moment, turning away from Zachariah.

"Nah."

"'Nah'? You telling me you haven't learned your lesson?"

"Oh, I've learned a lesson, all right. Just not the one you wanted to teach."

"Well, I'll just have to teach it again! Because I got you now, boy, and I'm never letting you—"

Dean and Fae are gone.

"Son of a..."

Dean turns around and sees Castiel.

"Castiel," Fae asked cautiously.

"That's pretty nice timing, Cas."

"We had an appointment."

Dean puts a hand on Castiel's shoulder. Castiel looked over at Fae.

"Don't ever change."

"How did Zachariah find you," Castiel asked looking back at Dean.

"Long story. Let's just stay away from Jehovah's Witnesses from now on, okay?" Dean pulls out his phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Something I should have done in the first place."

Dean walks away leaving Fae with Castiel. A long silence followed.

"You were so different in the future," Fae said softly. Cas looked at her. "You were so care free. It was like you were bullet proof." Fae wrappped her arms around herself. "We had a fight before you left...you guys were going to kill Lucifer. I told you it was a fools errand...none of you were going to make it. You said it was your job. I asked how it was your job and if you were willingly to risk the number of our already limited survivors." Tears slipped from your eyes. "Only to find out none of it was real. I lived in that town for years and made friends with a girl named Jayden. She was so beautiful and sweet. It was so real to me. They made me watch my friend get ripped a part by a monster." Fae gritted her teeth and did not notice when Castiel left.