Croatoan. Apocalipe. Death.

All looked a giant mess in dean’s head, hiw he looked at himself — but not properly himself, his future self, himself from five years from now, while tied up in a damn leader.

Sam’s not here, you’re not here, because Zacharia only did this to him. A way of making him say yes to Michael.

Dean tried to say to his future self he was a demon or shapeshifter — but he was as stubborn as him, and now there’s a future you.

He watches as future!you went towards future him, how both of you barely payed attention to him now.

“You okay?” He barely hears the two of you, how you got close enough go future!dean at the point he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

That’s the first time he sees his future self more relaxed, more could, and he wondered what changed, because in his timeline, as far as he knew, you were his bestfriend.

And that’s when he sees it. Matching rings.

Wedding rings.

Married, the two of you.

Him — married to his bestfriend, five years from now, while the world was literally ending.

And now that’s his back to his present time? That’s all he can think of.

You. How you became his wife somehow along the way. How you fell in love with him, somehow.

Somewhere lost in the time.

“You okay?” You mumble, looking at dean, who’s head rested in your abdomen while you caressed his hair.

He looks up at you, his throat tightening with the memory when future!you touched future!him neck when kissed him after asking the same thing.

So dean does the only thing he can. He nods.

“Yeah, don’t worry.” he quietly looks at you one more time before breaking the eye contact, closing his eyes.

god, no. He was far from okay, and couldn’t even explain to you why, even if he’s sure you know something’s not right.