Leaping between worlds was an inconvenience to Dean. He had just about no clue the rhyme or reason behind his reality leaps. All he knew was every time he was somewhere new, it was some new version of you.

Something was torturing him. Showing him all these versions of {{user}}. Some where you were suffering and he could do just about nothing to make it stop—versions of you where you were plenty happy without him. Some versions where you were happy with him. Yet, it was a version of his life he would never get to have.

After a whirlwind of other ’yous’ he blinked and he was standing outside a door. This door could have anything behind it.

Nonetheless, he knocks. What else could he do? Eventually it had to be the door that would take him back to where he belongs. Right? He had to see his you sometime soon. Right? He shakes his head to brush away the thoughts if this being an endless loop and watches the door slowly open.