November 2009, Singer Salvage Yard Near Sioux Falls, South Dakota:
Dean had found the tape with the sticky label attached when he'd gone to his father's storage unit after Carthage, looking for anything that might help out with the Apocalypse, namely with the part of the prevention thereof. Despite the fact that the label said "Watch Me!" in large urgent letters, the dusty cassette looked almost completely untouched. He had brought it to Bobby's more out of curiosity than anything since it didn't seem to be cursed and hadn't bothered the EMF meter.
At Bobby's, he had dug out an old VCR. He popped the tape into the old VCR, starting and ending something that began almost two decades prior...
"What's this?" Sam asked as he sat back on the couch.
"Us dicking around with a Camera apparently." Dean said as the film started.
"I don't remember this." Sam said as he watched the younger Dean on the television screen park a car whose steering wheel was on the wrong side.
"Get some Scotch!" the girl that had been in the car with Dean and his younger self who was wearing some sort of school uniform yelled.
"Scotch?" his younger self asked the girl who he'd apparently knew despite the fact that he'd never seen her before in his entire life.
"Hey, we're in Scotland." the girl who was wearing a similar uniform replied, shrugging.
The scene changed.
"Home sweet home while dad's off on yet another hunt. This time in England of all places." a younger Sam who was out of view was saying as he panned the camera around a bedsit in which three cots had been crammed.
"Aw, cheer up Sammy, we're in London. It's like a vacation or something." the younger Dean said as he came into the room behind him.
"For you maybe." the strange girl said as she came in after Dean. "But, we've got school."
"Come on Luce, how many people do you know that went to school in England?" Dean said.
"How about the entire school?" the girl who was apparently named Luce replied before flopping down on one of the cots and opening a textbook.
The scene changed again.
Sam, Dean, and the girl Luce and three strangers, one of whom was Dean's age, and the other two of whom were older, maybe in their thirties, were lounging in a very sleek and modern luxury apartment that was filled with a number of exceedingly healthy plants.
"I don't like it." the exceedingly handsome boy who was about Dean's age and Sam's height said. "Being messed about by a trickster, even if it is to teach someone a good lesson."
"Well, I can say one thing about Loki, and that's that he doesn't mess with people who don't deserve it." The dark haired man in sunglasses spoke up from where he was drawing on the girl Luce's stomach.
"What about the people who get caught in the middle of it?" the blond boy asked.
"He's gonna reverse time, and none of this will have happened to anyone except for that poor Winchester bastard." the dark haired man said as he continued to draw on the girl.
The scene suddenly froze and all except for the dark haired man sat stock-still.
"That's why I'm making this tape and giving you the chance to make the right choice when the time comes in order to save yourself a great deal of heartache." the dark haired man said with a diabolical smile as he moved the girl from his lap to the floor, revealing what he had drawn on her stomach.
It was a rather graphic and realistic looking drawing of the girl's insides.
"It seems that Johnny got a little too caught up in the hunt, all too eager to end the thing that killed his wife, and a certain someone had decided that it would be a good idea to teach him a lesson in why saving the victim is just as or even more important than killing the monster." the man said with a cold, cruel smile.
"Here's the decision you really made that day." the man who Sam and Dean got the feeling wasn't Gabriel in disguise said as he snapped his fingers.
The girl Luce lay on an altar that looked to be in a lightly wooded area that could have been just about anywhere. As the brothers and Bobby watched, the girl shrank until she was about seven or eight years old. A man with some sort of triple bladed claw-like weapon slashed her across the abdomen, along the lines on which the dark haired being had made his drawings, and ran off. After a moment of hesitation, Sam and Dean's father chased after the man who had sliced the girl open. The child who he had left behind took a distressingly long time to die, and she died alone.
"I'm giving you a year to make your choice John, what'll it be?" the man asked as he snapped his fingers, causing the scene to disappear.
The scene shifted back to the apartment where everyone was back to lounging as if nothing had happened. The blond who was about Dean's age was playing his game with Sam, Dean was sprawled out on the floor in front of a massive and surprisingly sleek looking television, channel surfing, the older blond man was in an armchair with a book, and the creature and Luce were back on the couch in the position they had been in before the disturbing interlude.
"Not a word Angel, not a word." the man who was most likely something else entirely said from his spot on the couch where Luce was once again across his lap, and he was adding to the drawing with a sharpie.
The slightly pudgy blond man who had an open book in his lap who looked to have been flying the rainbow flag since the day he was born gave the man a reproachful look, but otherwise remained silent.
It was at that point that the tape ended. Dean hit the eject button, and as he pulled the tape out of the VCR, it transformed in his hand. Dean suddenly found himself standing in front of some bushes in what looked like a park somewhere. He heard a yell, and a scream, and ran through the plants, grabbing his emergency back-up knife as he did so.
"I've got him, go help the girl!" Dean yelled as he ran after the freak who had been on the video.