Author's note: this chapter has both 2010 Dean and 2020 Dean for a while. I have tried my absolute best to write it in a way that wont be confusing. It shouldn't be had to tell which one is speaking but if it is, I'm sorry. Bare with me for a little bit. And as always i'm always open to comments so review please! and of course ENJOY!
Dean came to an hour later. He felt a knot in his head and it was pulsating with pain but he was to find out that was the least of his problems. He tried to move but realized his arm was pinned to something. Dean looked up to see shackles around his hand, pinning him to an indoor latter. As he looked around Dean spotted him and he knew that he was in deep trouble. His future self sat across from him cocking his gun, and staring straight at him.
"What the hell?" he spoke. This was different from when he went back in time. For one thing, there wasn't two of him.
"I should be asking that question, don't you think?" His future self answered. Then he lowered his gun and took aim. "In fact, why don't you give me one good reason why I shouldn't gank you right now?"
"Because you'd only be hurting yourself?" Dean answered in a question form, trying to reason with the one man he knew was too stubborn. Himself.
"You're funny." Future Dean said taking the gun off its previous target. Dean decided to try again.
"Look man, I'm no shape shifter or demon, okay?"
"Yeah, I know. I did the drill while you were out." Future Dean revealed. "Silver, salt, holy water? Nothing. But you know what was funny? You had every box cutter and lock pick that I carry." Future Dean said waiting for the explanation. "You want to explain that? Oh, and the resemblance while you're at it?"
Dean thought of ways to make the story simple. He summed it up in one word. "Zachariah." Future Dean's expression immediately changed and turned a bit hopeful surprisingly. He stood up slowly.
"Come again?"
"I'm you from the tail end of 2010. Zach plucked me from my bed and threw me ten years into the future." Dean explained.
"Where is he? I want to talk to him." Dean wondered why the hell his future self wanted to talk to that douche bag.
"I don't know."
"Oh, you don't know?" His future self asked sarcastically.
"No!" Dean bit out, annoyed at the fact that the son of a bitch still had him cuffed. "I don't know. Look, I just want to get back to my own freaking year okay."
"Okay." Future Dean knelt down and continued. "If you're me, then tell me something only I would know." Dean scoffed at himself. Why the hell would he be making this crap up? He began to wonder if he was always that much of a dick, or if this happened over time.
"Rhonda Hurley." Dean named. "We were… 19, she made us try on her panties?" Dean said in a 'don't you remember?' kind of way. "They were pink... and satiny." He reminded himself, just in case he forgot. "And you know what? We kind of liked it." Dean smirked at his future self. He knew the look he was giving him. It was his signature look. The 'you're not getting to me even though on the inside you really are' look. He used it mostly against cocky ass holes like demons and angels.
"Touché." Future Dean responded. Dean smiled at himself, knowing that he was right and that his future self was going to give in eventually. Future Dean walked away and grabbed another gun. "So what, Zach zapped you up here to see how bad it gets?"
"I guess… Croatoan virus right? That's their end game?" Dean asked.
"It's efficient, it's incurable and it's scary as hell. It turns people into monsters. It started hitting the major cities about two years ago, the world really went into the crapper after that."
"What about Sam?" He was almost too afraid to ask, but he had to know. He gulped as he saw himself tense at the mention of the name.
"Heavyweight show down in Detroit, from what I understand, Sam didn't make it." Future Dean informed himself. Dean's heart dropped.
"We weren't with him?" Dean asked in disbelief.
"No. No, me and Sam, we haven't talked in… hell ten years."
"We never tried to find him?" Dean knew for his sanity, he should have stopped asking, but he couldn't take silence. He didn't want to be left alone with the thoughts of guilt.
"We have other people to worry about." Dean wondered about us girls, but then he noticed that his future self seemed like he was leaving.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to run an errand." Future Dean answered and cocked his gun. Dean narrowed his brows at him.
"Whoa, and you're just going to leave me here?" He was truly starting to realize what a jerk he could be at times.
"Yes. I got a camp full of twitchy survivors out there with the apocalypse hanging over their heads. The last thing they need to see is another version of the parent trap." Dean rolled his eyes at his future self's corny joke. "So, yeah, you stay locked down."
"Okay. Alright. Fine, but you don't have to cuff me man." He was being ignored. "Oh come on. You don't trust yourself?" His future self looked at him and answered honestly.
"No. Absolutely not." He said as he walked out the door.
"Dick." Dean said in awe of himself.
Of course, it didn't take Dean long to pick his way out of the cuffs, once his twin was gone. He left the cabin he was in and looked around.
"Hey Dean." He heard behind him. He spun around and was relieved to see a familiar face. "You got a second?"
"Yes, I guess. Hi Chuck." Chuck was the prophet that used the lives of Sam and Dean to write a series of books called Supernatural. He was also a friend to them, not just an annoying prophet.
"Hi. So, we are good on can goods for now, but we are down to nothing on perishables and hygiene supplies. People are not going to be happy about this. So, what do you think we should do?" Chuck asked. Obviously he thought he was speaking with the Dean of his time. You think he would have seen past Dean coming. Dean stared at him blankly. He had no clue.
"Um, I don't know. Maybe, uh, share?" he smiled hoping that the idea wasn't completely insane in this time. "You know?" Chuck just looked at Dean, not understanding.
"Wait a minute, aren't you supposed to be on a mission right now?" Chuck asked. Again Dean really didn't know what to say, so like always, he bullshitted.
"Absolutely, and I will be." Chuck seemed to be looking past Dean.
"Uh oh." He spoke and Dean turned around to an angry mad woman swinging at him.
"You crazy lady?" Dean yelled as he pushed Chuck in front of him.
"Risa." Chuck reminded him.
"Risa?" Dean then said.
"You spent the night in Jane's cabin last night, didn't you?" It wasn't even a question. She was straight up accusing him and she was pissed. Dean assumed she must have been his latest fling. Or maybe she was the one before Jane. Gosh, he never changes, does he?
"Uh, what? I-I- did I?" he asked Chuck uncertain. Chuck only nodded.
"I thought we had a "connection"?" Risa says with air quotes mocking Dean.
"I'm sure we do." He answers with a smirk. She storms past the two men furiously.
"Bye Risa." Chuck said timidly.
"Screw you." She answered.
"Well, she's a ball buster for someone I haven't even done yet." Dean mumbled.
"What?" Chuck asked confused.
"Never mind. Hey Chuck, is Cass still here?" Chuck smiled.
"Yeah, I don't think Cass is going anywhere." Dean then went to Cass's cabin after he got Chuck to tell him where it is. His explanation as to why he forgot? He said all the sex and stress of the apocalypse was slowly melting his brain. He could hear Cass speaking from inside.
"Fragment's of total perception. Just one compartment in that dragon fly eye with group mind. Now the key to this total shared perception is… is surprisingly physical." Castiel went on speaking some foolishness and Dean wondered what happened to his tight winged angel buddy. This guy sounded like a hippy. He even looked the part, being all scruffy and wearing clothes that were too comfortable for Cass. Cass stopped as he saw Dean enter the cabin. "Um, excuse me ladies. I think I need to confirm with our fearless leader for a minute. Why not go get washed up for the orgy?" Dean's eyes almost fell out of his head. Was he hearing correctly? They watched as the girls filed out. "All so beautiful." Cass said smiling like a pervert.
"What are you? A hippy?" Dean got right to it.
"I thought you've gotten over trying to label me." Castiel said as he cracked his neck and stretched, preparing himself for the disgusting event to come. Dean looked in amazement.
"Cass, we got to talk."
"Whoa," Cass was wobbling and his eyes were diluted. He was high? "Strange."
"What?" Dean asked.
"You… are not you, not now you anyway." Dean got so happy to see that some part of his Cass was still present.
"No, yes, exactly."
"What year are you from?" Castiel asked.
"2010." Cass breathed in amazement.
"Who did this to you? Was it Zachariah."
"Yes." Dean answered anxious to move along with this.
"Interesting."
"Oh, yeah, it's freaking fascinating. Now, why don't you strap on your angel wings, and fly me back to my page on the calendar." Cass began to laugh at him which made Dean uneasy.
"I wish I could... just strap on my wings, but, uh, I'm sorry. No dice." Castiel continued to laugh because the thought just tickled him. Dean stared in shock.
"What, are you stoned?" Dean asked.
"Ah, generally, yeah." Castiel nodded looking like a true pothead. Dean raised his brows at him.
"What happened to you?"
"Life." Dean decided he needed some air. Obviously, Cass wouldn't be able to help him get home. He was going to have to see this thing through. It's been a day so far and already, it was chaos. Castiel followed as Dean walked out of Castiel's cabin. He didn't even take two steps before a little girl slammed into him.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she shouted as she hugged the heck out of Dean. He hugged her back and looked at Castiel in confusion. Cass only smiled at the girl. "Thank you Daddy. I love it." The little girl whipped out a butterfly knife and started playing with it, swinging it so fast and with so much skill, she radiated Winchester. "Look Uncle Cass. Look what Daddy got me for my 8th birthday!" Dean couldn't speak. The more he looked at her, the more he realized she was his daughter. She had his green eyes and long golden hair. But he started to wonder who her mother was. This girl looked so familiar, but he couldn't place it. He thought back to Cassie, his first love, wondering if he found her after the apocalypse started. This little girl was mixed. She had goldish skin, and full lips and she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"I see. But be careful with it, okay Selena?" Castiel spoke. She nodded in excitement and then went back to playing with her new 'toy'. "Me and you're daddy need to have a little grown up conversation, so why don't you go to auntie Dylan's cabin and play."
"Okay." She said cheerfully as she hugged Dean one more time.
"Happy Birthday Selena." Dean managed to choke out before she ran off. Dean looked at Cass and Castiel had that creepy knowing smile on his face.
"Yes Dean. You have a daughter." Dean was almost breathless.
"With who? Is she here? And auntie Dylan? The girls are here?"
"No, her mother is not here. She's dead, and Dylan is the only one of the girls who is here."
"Where are they? Are they dead too?"
"Dean, you have a lot to find out." Castiel said putting his hand on Dean's shoulder. That's when Dean noticed a wedding band on Castiel's ring finger. Dean grabbed his hand in shock.
"You're married? To who? Aren't you about to have an orgy?"
"I was married, but now I'm separated." Dean raised a brow.
"Separated? You do know the world is coming to an end right? Can marriage really be that bad?"
"Hey! You're not married either. Check your finger." Castiel bit out. Dean looked down and saw his finger to be empty. Not that it really surprised him. He was a ladies' man, always has been. In fact, he never even guessed he'd one day have children. But Selena was the most beautiful mistake he could ever dream of. Too bad she's the only good part in this fucked up future. It seemed like his baby's mother was dead, along with Sharnel and Kimberly. Not to mention his baby brother, Sam. Zach may be a dick, but he is right about one thing. This is not a future Dean would like to see unfold.