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Chapter 31
Dean slowly pushed open the slightly ajar door of Bobby's house and found the house even dustier and scattered than usual. "Bobby?" Dean asked, but received no answer as he walked inside. "Bobby, I'm coming in!" Dean called, but still nothing. Dean walked into the library and then looked into the kitchen. "Oh no," Dean said quietly upon seeing a cobweb filled turned over wheel chair in the middle of the room. Dean walked over to it and righted it as he squatted down to see three bullet holes in the chair that were stained with blood.
"Where is everyone, Bobby?" he asked the empty room before he stood quickly and charged back into the library and going to the fireplace. He pulled on the loose brick and pulled out the journal he knew he would find there. He opened it and quickly started paging through it, looking for some sort of clue as to where everyone was. In the last pages of the book, he found a photograph. In the photograph were three men Dean didn't know, but also in the photograph was Bobby, Addison, and Castiel, and all of them were holding guns as they stood beside a sign that read 'Welcome to Camp Chitaqua.' Now he had an idea where to find them. Closing the journal, Dean left the house determination in every step.
It was dark out by the time Dean reached the camp, and he carefully moved along the perimeter towards the entrance. He knew he needed to be careful, so, as cautiously and as quietly as he could, he moved towards the gated entrance. A duo walked pass and Dean took cover for a second until they were out of sight and then moved to get a better look inside. What he saw made his eyes widen. The Impala sat torn apart and rusted out, and he couldn't believe it.
"Oh, baby, no," Dean said quietly before he carefully climbed over the gate and made his way over to his beloved car as it sat amongst tall weeds and bushes. "Oh, no, baby; what did they do to you?" he asked as he leaned in to look inside, however, the sound of someone approaching caught his attention and he turned his head only to get punched so hard he was knocked out cold before he even saw who it was.
When Dean came to, he found himself handcuffed to a iron latter in one of the cabins and as he shook his right arm that was raised above his head from where he sat on the floor, he heard a gun locking and he turned his eyes forward to see a man he was very familiar with. He saw him every time he looked into a mirror. His future self turned his eyes to him and they stared at each other for a beat. "What the hell?" Dean asked and Future Dean scoffed quietly.
"I should be asking that question, don't you think?" he asked roughly. Future Dean slowly lowered the rifle in his hands and pointed it at Dean. "In fact, why don't you give me one good reason why I should gank you right here and how?" Dean raised his left hand slightly as he looked at his future self to try and defuse the situation.
"Because you'd only be hurting yourself," Dean said with an unsure grin.
"Very funny," Future Dean said before he raised the gun towards the ceiling and Dean looked behind him towards the door. Future Dean uncocked the rifle and placed it on the table as Dean looked back at him.
"Look, man, I'm no shape shifter or demon or anything, okay?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I know," Future Dean said, his face cold, "I did the drill while you were out. Silver, salt, holy water; nothing; but you know what was funny, is that you have every hidden lock pick, box cutter, and switch blade that I carry. Do you want to explain that? Along with the, uh, resemblance while you're at it."
"Zachariah," Dean said dryly and Future Dean's expression changed as he stood from his seat and looked down at Dean.
"Come again?" Future Dean asked, his face tight and filled with hate as he spoke.
"I'm you, from 2009. Zach plucked me from my bed and threw me five years into the future," Dean said as he looked up at Future Dean.
"Where is he, I want to talk to him," Future Dean said quickly as he took a step forward.
"I don't know," Dean said with a slight shrug.
"Oh, you don't know?" Future Dean asked, not believing him.
"No," Dean said firmly. "I don't know. Look, I just wanna get back to my own freakin' year, okay?" Future Dean smirked before he rubbed his hand over his mouth and squatted down so he was right in front of Dean.
"Okay," he said as he looked at him. "If you're me, then tell me something only I would know." Dean sighed quietly and searched his brain for something as Future Dean looked at him expectantly, and after a second Dean thought of something.
"Rhonda Hurley," Dean said and Future Dean cocked his head to the side. "We were, uh, nineteen. She made us try on her panties," he said with a grin and Future Dean's expression changed once again as he looked at Dean. "They were pink and satiny, and you know what; we kinda liked it," he finished as he pointed between the two of them. Future Dean nodded his head while Dean looked at him with a smirk.
"Touché," Future Dean said and Dean nodded as Future Dean stood and walked back over to the table where he picked up the rifle. "So, what, Zach zapped you up here to see how bad it gets?"
"I guess," Dean said as he looked around, but when Future Dean cocked a hand gun, Dean looked back at him. "Croatoan virus, right? That's their end game?
"It's efficient. It's incurable, and it's scary as hell," Future Dean said as he started putting the weapons he had on the table into a duffel bag. "It turns people into monsters. It started hitting the major cities about two years ago, and the world really went into the crapper after that."
"What about Sam?" Dean asked and Future Dean paused for a moment as he looked at Dean.
"Heavy weight showdown in Detroit," Future Dean said, "from what I understand Sam didn't make it."
"You weren't with him?" Dean asked, slightly surprised.
"No," Future Dean said. "Me and Sam we haven't talked in, hell, five years."
"We never tried to find him?" Dean asked.
"We had other people to worry about," Future Dean said as he picked up his duffel and Dean felt his chest tighten.
"Allie," Dean said softly and Future Dean stopped, his face once again going hard as he looked at Dean. "Where's Allie?" Future Dean's grip on the bag in his hand tightened so much that his knuckles were pure white from the force. "Damn it, answer me! Where is she?" Dean demanded.
"Gone," Future Dean said his tight voice deathly quiet.
"What do you mean gone?" Dean asked, his voice raised loudly as anger coursed through his body.
"I mean exactly that," Future Dean said, his voice still quiet, "and I don't care if you are me, I'll gut you if you bring her up again." With that Future Dean threw his bag over his shoulder, picked up the rifle from the table, and started to walk away.
"Where the hell are you going?" Dean asked.
"I've got an errand," Future Dean said.
"You're just going to leave me here?" Dean asked, his heart pounding hard in his chest as he tried to push the last thirty seconds from his mind. He had to focus. He couldn't think about both Allison and Sam being dead, he just couldn't.
"Yes," Future Dean said as he stopped and looked at Dan. "I've got a camp full of twitchy trauma survivors out there with the Apocalypse hanging over their heads. The last thing they need to see is a version of 'The Parent Trap.'" Dean sighed and turned his head. "So, yeah, you stay locked down," Future Dean finished before he started for the door once more.
"All right, okay, but you don't have to cuff me, man," Dean said and Future Dean paused in front of the door as he turned back and looked at Dean. "Oh, come on, you don't trust yourself?"
"No," Future Dean said. "Absolutely not." Future Dean left and Dean scoffed before he turned his eyes forward.
"Dick."
"What the hell took you so long?" Addison asked sharply as Dean finally came out of his cabin. Dean glanced at the woman, but didn't say anything as he climbed into the jeep. The conversation he had just had with his past self had left him a little rattled and he slammed the jeep door hard after climbing in behind the wheel. "Dean?" Addison asked as she climbed into the passenger seat and closed her door much softer than he did as she looked at him. He turned his green eyes to her blue and sighed heavily.
Addison looked exactly like Allison since her hair was longer and all one color, and she had taken out her piercing a long time ago; however, she wasn't Allison and never would be. It almost pained him to look at her sometimes, because of the memories he had of Allison and their baby; their baby that was barely a year old when he died along with Allison after Lucifer found them. He couldn't protect them; hell, he didn't protect them like he should have. Looking at Addison reminded him of that fact every single day and thanks to his past self's desperation to know where Allison was, it was even worse at that moment.
"What's going on?" she asked her tone soft as she looked at him with a frown. She knew the look that was on his face. It was a look that she had seen often, and she always knew what, or really who, Dean was thinking about when he looked at her that way. She'd debated countless times on whether or not to leave the camp, but she always stayed. Memories be damned, they kept each other going because they had lost together and neither one was going to let the other give up. Not while both of them had fight left in them. "Dean?" she asked again and he cleared his throat.
"Nothing," Dean said before he looked away and started up the jeep. "Let's just get to work and get this over with." Addison nodded as Dean pulled out with Greg, Jerry, and Eric following behind them in the second truck. She turned her eyes ahead and didn't say another word.
Dean had managed to pull a nail from the wooden floor of the cabin, and using that freed himself from the cuff. He left the cabin surprised to find it daylight since when he had come upon the camp it had been dark out. He walked down the steps and looked out behind the cabin and sighed as he took in the scene. "Hey Dean," a familiar voice said behind him and he turned around to see Chuck heading over, "you got a second?" Chuck asked and Dean frowned as he looked down at the prophet.
"No – yes – uh, I guess; hi Chuck," he said as he glanced at the clipboard in Chuck's hand and then back at his face.
"Hi, listen we're pretty good on canned goods for now, but we're down to next to nothing on perishables and hygiene supplies. People are not going to be happy about this," Chuck said. "So, what do you think we should do?"
"I-I don't know," Dean said with a slight shake of his head. "Maybe, uh, share? You know like at a kiblets." Chuck frowned as he looked up at Dean.
"Wait a minute; aren't you supposed to be out on a mission with Addison right now?" Chuck asked. "She left with the others earlier this morning." Dean opened his mouth to respond when Chuck looked behind him. "Uh oh," he said quickly and Dean turned around just in time to move out of the way of a stiff right hook from a petite brunette before he quickly cowered behind Chuck.
"Easy lady!" Dean shouted and Chuck looked over his shoulder.
"Risa," Chuck said quietly.
"Risa!" Dean said firmly as he looked at her and she glared at him.
"You spent the night in Jane's cabin last night didn't you?" the woman asked and Dean was at a loss for words for a second.
"Uh, what? Uh, did I?" Dean asked Chuck and the other man nodded subtly and Dean frowned.
"I thought we had a connection," Risa said, using air quotes and everything as she glared at Dean.
"Well . . . I . . . sorry?" he said and Risa glared at him as she walked around them.
"Bye Risa," Chuck said.
"Screw you," she said and Dean sighed as he turned around and watched her walk away.
"Jeez, I'm getting busted for stuff I haven't even done," Dean said quietly.
"What?" Chuck asked as he looked at Dean and Dean quickly looked back at him.
"Uh, never mind," Dean said quickly. "Chuck, is Cas still here?"
"Yeah," Chuck said with a light laugh. "I don't think Cas is going anywhere."
"Where is he?" Dean asked.
"Probably his cabin," Chuck said as he pointed down the way from the one Dean had exited and Dean nodded before he patted Chuck's shoulder.
"Thanks, Chuck," Dean said before he headed towards the cabin. It took him less than a minute and soon he was walking up the stairs. He approached the bead covered open doorway slowly and listened for a second to the music Castiel had playing before he quietly went into the cabin. However, he was not expecting to see Castiel sitting amongst a small group of women.
"Think of it this way," Castiel said, "you are 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 is . . . um, it's surprisingly physical-," Castiel stopped speaking when he noticed Dean and Dean nodded his head at Castiel. "Uh, excuse me, ladies, I think I need to have a word with our fearless leader for a minute," Castiel said as he shot Dean a wink, "why not go get washed up for the orgy." Those words made Dean raise an eyebrow, but he said nothing as the women laughed, stood and slowly exited the cabin.
"What are you a hippie?" Dean asked as he walked further into the cabin and looked at Castiel as he stood and stretched from the position he had been in on the floor.
"I thought you had gotten over trying to label me," Castiel said before he turned around and looked at Dean.
"Look, Cas, we gotta talk," Dean started as he walked closer, but Castiel interrupted.
"Whoa, strange," he said.
"What?" Dean asked.
"You," Castiel said. "You are not you; not now you anyway."
"No!" Dean said quickly. "I mean, yeah; yes, exactly."
"What year are you from?" Castiel asked with wide eyes.
"2009," Dean said and Castiel sighed.
"Who did this to you? Is it Zachariah?"
"Yes," Dean said.
"Interesting," Castiel said as he raised his left hand to his chin and Dean scoffed.
"Oh, yeah, it's freakin' fascinating," he said sarcastically. "Now, why don't you strap on your angel wings and fly me back to my page on the calendar." The last words in Dean's sentence trailed off slightly when Castiel started laughing.
"I wish I could just, uh, strap on my wings; but, uh, I'm sorry. No dice," Castiel said and Dean frowned as he observed Castiel for a second.
"What, are you stoned?" Dean asked.
"Generally, yeah," Castiel said with a nod and Dean raised his eyebrows before he frowned.
"What happened to you?"
"Life," Castiel said with a shrug. Suddenly the sound of approaching cars drew their conversation to a close and Dean walked out of the cabin only to see his future self pull up with a man riding shot gun in the jeep. Dean walked down the slight hill and started to approach Future Dean and the small group of people, which included Addison, that were getting out of the vehicles. When he saw Future Dean pull his hand gun.
"Hey," Dean said as he started towards them and the man that Future Dean had pointed his gun on turned around. "Watch out!" Dean shouted, but Future Dean shot the man in the head, killing him instantly. Addison walked forward and sighed when she saw Jerry lying dead on the ground. She now knew why Dean told her to ride with Greg and Eric. Jerry had been infected when they had come under attack. However, as she stood with Greg and Eric her eyes were drawn behind Dean to the man that stood just behind him and she couldn't believe her eyes.
"Holy . . .," she trailed off as Castiel appeared behind the man she was looking at and then she turned her eyes to Dean, who glanced at her and the others before he swore under his breath as he looked at Greg and Eric who were more confused than Addison was. She had had a feeling that something was going on with Dean, and now she knew what.
"I'm not going to lie to you," Dean said before he pointed to the man that stood with Castiel. "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. Addie, take care of him," he said as he gestured to Jerry's body and she nodded.
"You and I need to have a talk when I'm done," she said and he sighed before he gave her a cut nod and walked over to the other Dean and grabbed his arm before storming off with him in tow. His cabin was close by and once there, he shoved Dean inside and followed him inside before he closed the door behind them.
"What the hell was that?" Future Dean asked and Dean frowned as he looked at him.
"What the hell was that?" Dean asked back as he pointed towards the door. "You just shot a guy in cold blood."
"We had been in an open quarantine zone," Future Dean said slowly as each man stood on either side of the table between them. "We got ambushed by some Croats on the way out." Dean gave him a look and Future Dean continued. "Croats, Croatoans," he said quickly. "One of them infected him."
"How do you know?"
"Because after a few years of this, I know," Future dean said. "I started seeing symptoms a little more than a half an hour and it wasn't going to be long before he flipped. I didn't see the point in troubling a good man with bad news."
"Troubling a good man?" Dean asked. "You just blew him away in front of your own men, in front of Addie, don't you think that freaked them out a little bit?"
"Addison knew he was infected, so, don't bring her into this," Future Dean said tightly and quickly. "It's 2014, and plugging some Croat is common place. However, trading words with my freaking clone; that might have freaked them out a little."
"All right, look-," Dean started as he turned away, but Future Dean wasn't having any of it.
"No, you look," he said and Dean looked at him. "This isn't your time, it's mine. You don't make the decisions, I do. So, when I say stay in, I mean you stay in." Future Dean turned away and walked over to a counter before he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured two glasses.
"Man, I'm sorry. I'm not trying to mess you – me – us up here," Dean said.
"I know," Future Dean said as he walked over with the two glasses in hand and putting them on the table.
"This has been just one really wacky weekend," Dean said as he leaned on the table.
"Tell me about it," Future Dean said before he took one of the glasses and Dean stood up right before he took the other.
"What was the mission for, anyway?" Dean asked and Future Dean put his glass of whiskey down on the table before he opened his duffel bag and pulled out a familiar gun. "The Colt?" Dean asked.
"The Colt," Future Dean said with a nod.
"Where was it?"
"Everywhere. They've been moving it around. It took me five years, but I finally got it," Future Dean said with a smile as he put it down on the table. "And tonight," he said as he picked up his glass once more, "tonight, I'm going to kill the devil." Smiling he finished off his drink and only Dean could look on in silence. However, they weren't alone for long.
"Okay, what's going on?" Addison asked as she walked into the cabin, pulling the door shut hard behind her. Both Deans looked at her and she looked between them as her boot clad feet scuffed against the wood floor. "Who the hell is he?" she asked, looking at Future Dean as she gestured towards the other.
"Me," Future Dean said as he put his empty glass on the table, "from 2009." Addison looked at Dean then with a frown.
"What . . . how did you end up here?" she asked.
"It's a long story," Dean said and Addison crossed her arms over her chest as she gave him a look he was all too familiar with. "Right, you got the time." He put his own glass down on the table before he ran his hand down his face and looked at her before he went through the motions and told her about Zachariah.
It was weird to see Addison as she was at that moment. She looked a little older and a little haggard, much like his future self, but if it wasn't for her eyes, he would swear he was looking at Allison. Addison's gaze always had an edge that Allison's never did, even when she was angry. Addison looked at Future Dean and a look passed between the two of them.
"Is he going with us tonight?" Addison asked and Future Dean looked at Dean.
"Go where? To kill Lucifer?" Dean asked, but Future Dean didn't answer as he sighed and looked back at Addison.
"Get Cas and Risa," he said. "We've got to get the plan together and move." Addison nodded and before casting one last look at Dean, she left the cabin and Dean realized he was in for one hell of a night.
"Sam," Allison said with a small smile as she opened the front door to reveal Sam as he stood on the porch. She stepped forward and hugged him tight, earning a small hug in return as he smiled slightly. "What are you doing here?" she asked as she pulled away from him and pushed her hair from her face as she looked up at him.
"I was hoping to talk to you and Addie, actually," he said. "Can I come in?"
"Sure," she said as she stepped back inside and opened the door further for him to enter the house.
"Where is everyone?" Sam asked as Allison took his jacket.
"Emily and Chris went out to dinner for their anniversary tonight and Addie's upstairs," she said, and the words were no more out of her mouth when Addison started coming down the stairs. She smiled at him and he smiled back as he nodded slightly.
"Hey," he said as he looked at her.
"Hey," she said.
"Do you want something to drink?" Allison asked and Sam looked at her.
"No, I'm fine, thanks," he said and she nodded before the three of them went into the living room.
"So, what did you want to talk to us about?" Allison asked as she sat down in one of the arm chairs and Addison and Sam sat on the sofa.
"I'm getting back in," he said and Addison raised her eyebrows.
"Really?" she asked and he nodded as he looked at her. "What brought on the change of heart?" Sam sighed heavily as his eyes moved between Allison and Addison.
"Lucifer came to me in my dreams," Sam said slowly.
"What? Why?" Allison asked and Sam leaned forward and rested his elbows on his thighs as he laced his fingers together and looked down at them.
"Apparently, I am his vessel," Sam said.
"Come again," Addison said after a beat of silence and Sam turned his head so he was looking at her wide eyed expression. "What do you mean you're his vessel?"
"He told me that I was his true vessel; that I was the one," Sam said and Addison looked away from him and at the coffee table in front of her. She had no idea what to say to that. Yet again, the Winchesters had managed to leave her speechless.
"Dean is Michael's true vessel and you're . . . you're Lucifer's true vessel," Allison said softly and Sam looked at her, his hazel eyes meeting her blue. "So, it's all supposed to go down with you two?"
"It's never going to happen," Sam said. "I'll never say yes to him. I'm not going to let him in." Allison wanted to believe him, she truly did, but she wasn't so sure she could. However, she didn't let those thoughts show on her face. Sam hated himself enough as it was. She cared about Sam a lot, and she didn't want him to feel any worse than he already did. "I'm going to kill him."
"How?" Allison asked with a frown.
"I don't know, but I need help," Sam said and Allison sighed as she shook her head negatively.
"Sam-," Allison started, but Addison interrupted her.
"I'll help," she said, drawing both Sam's and her sister's eyes to her. Addison was looking at Sam with a resolute look on her face, and Allison didn't like it. "Together we can figure out a way to fix this whole thing, and kill the devil."
"You can't be serious," Allison said and the two of them looked at her, but Allison's eyes were on her sister. "Addie, no, I won't let you."
"You can't stop me," Addison said firmly and Allison knew there was no arguing with Addison. Once her mind was set, no one was going to talk her out of anything. Allison shook her head as she took a heavy breath. She was frustrated and angry. The people she loved and cared about more than anything in the world were likely going to die while she sat on her ass safely hidden away from the world at large. She would just have to accept the fact that she have to sit out, at least until the baby came along anyway.
"Fine, but don't expect me to happy about this stupid idea," Allison said before she turned her narrowed eyes to Sam. "What does Dean think of this whole thing? Have you even talked it over with him?"
"We talked, but . . . we're not on the same page right now," Sam said. "He thinks we're better apart, which is why I came to you guys. I can't do this on my own, and if Dean's not going to fight with me, I need someone else at my side."
"Where the hell is he, anyway?" Allison asked as she stood and Sam's eyebrows raised at the sharp edge Allison's voice took.
"What do you mean?" he asked her slowly.
"I haven't been able to get a hold of him for two days," she said. "When did you last talk to him?"
"Three days ago," Sam said as he too stood. "What do you mean you haven't been able to get a hold of him?"
"He's not answering his phone," Allison said as tears suddenly filled her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.
"I'm sure he's fine," Sam said, trying to convince both Allison and himself. She nodded and ran her hand through her hair. He realized then that she was worrying herself sick about his brother, and he needed to think of something to distract her; to get her mind off Dean for a minute if at all possible. He had no idea how he was going to do it, but until they could get a hold of Dean he had to try.
Risa, Castiel, and Addison left the cabin after their meeting, leaving Dean alone with Future Dean. Castiel had made a good point, and Dean had found himself wondering the same thing. "Why are you taking me along?" Dean asked as he looked at Future Dean as Future Dean put his map into his duffel that held the Colt.
"Relax, you'll be fine," Future Dean said. "Zach's looking after you, right?"
"No, that's not what I mean," Dean said as he uncrossed his arms from his chest. "I wanna know what's going on." Future Dean looked at him and walked around the table.
"Yeah, okay," he said. "You're coming because I want you to see something. I want you to see our brother."
"Sam?" Dean asked with a frown. "I thought he was dead."
"Sam didn't die in Detroit," Future Dean said, "he said yes."
"Yes?" Dean asked before realization flooded him. "Wait, you mean-,"
"That's right," Future Dean said. "The big yes. To the devil. Lucifer's wearing him to the prom, and has been for a long time."
"Why would he do that?" Dean asked, not really believing what Future Dean was saying, but knowing he wasn't lying.
"I wish I knew," Future Dean said. "Addie and him were working together when Sam went off on his own. One morning, she woke up to find Sam and her truck gone. A few days later, I heard about Detroit and then . . .," Future Dean trailed off and closed his eyes tight as he shook his head pushing away the memories of finding Allison and his son's lifeless bodies in the small house they were living in at the time. Their blood was on not just Lucifer's hands, but Sam's. Dean was still trying to process the fact that Sam had actually said yes, and his future self hadn't tried to stop him. They were silent for a few minutes before Dean raised his head and looked at Future Dean.
"And then what?" Dean asked. Future Dean opened his eyes and looked at him. Dean could see the storm in his eyes and the pain. Whatever it was that was bothering him, Dean was pretty sure that he probably didn't want to know.
"Nothing," Future Dean said as he looked back at the gun in his hands and sighed. "I don't have a choice. It's in him and it's never getting out. 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 going to bring you back, right? To '09?"
"Yeah," Dean said as he righted himself and frowned as he looked at Future Dean, who quickly walked around the table completely and stood in front of Dean.
"When you get back home, you say yes," Future Dean said. "Do you hear me? Say yes to Michael."
"That's crazy. If I let him in, Michael's going to fight the devil and that'll torch half the planet," Dean said.
"Look around you, man," Future Dean said. "Half the planet's better than no planet, which is what we have now. If I could do it over again, I would say yes in a heartbeat," he said fiercely.
"So, why don't you?" Dean asked.
"I've tried! I've shouted 'yes' until 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," Dean said. "No. There's gotta be another way." Future Dean looked like he was on the verge of tears as he breathed heavily out of his nose.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. I was cocky, and I never actually thought I'd lose; but I was wrong," he said heavily. "Dean, I was wrong. I lost everything. I lost my brother, I lost Allison, I lost . . . I lost my son." Dean swallowed hard, but didn't look away from Future Dean's face. "I'm begging you to say yes," Future Dean paused and slowly he regained control of his emotions, "but you won't because I didn't." Future Dean walked back around the table and scoffed quietly as he smiled bitterly.
"That's just not us, is it? It doesn't matter to you now that everything's gone to hell because you'll be back home soon and the world won't be as bad. Allison will be alive; Sam will still be Sam; Cas will have the stick back up his ass; and Bobby will still be around when you need him. You think that you'll find another way around it, but it's always going to be like this. Unless you say yes, nothing will be different," Future Dean said but Dean stood his ground, making Future Dean sigh before he grabbed his duffel and left the cabin.
Dean slowly followed with a scowl on his face. He wasn't going to say yes, and he wasn't going to let Sam say yes either. When he got back to his time, he'd set things right and find a way around saying yes. This future was not going to be his, and he was going to make damn sure of it.