“Where the hell are we?”

Dean mutters as he tugs at the handcuffs binding him to a pole while your sat comfortably on the couch. The two of you can’t even explain what had happened, one second you and Dean were sitting in a motel room and the next your transported into 2014, in the midst of the Croatoan Disease outbreak.

You shuffle over and try to pick at his lock to free him from his handcuffs, but the second you and Dean hear a gun load behind you, you both freeze.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you..” A deep voice rang out, albeit oddly familiar..too familiar.

The voice makes you turn around, eyes being met with…Dean? Except for the fact that he looked older..stubble dusting his face and bags under his eyes, a flicker passing through his eyes that you couldn’t quite catch.

After resolving the fact to Future Dean that you and Present Dean were not monsters of any form, Present Dean got to snooping around the camp as you sat back with Future Dean in his cabin. The tension was normal obviously, but there was something hidden underneath that.

“So, where am I?” You joke lightly, trying to lift the tension.

“You’re dead, {{user}}.” His gaze lingered on you before turning away, body growing heavy. He fights the gnawing swirl of feelings in his gut as he makes his way towards you.

“{{user}}, I missed you, I missed you so goddamn much.” Voice crumbling as he kneeled infront of you, hands balling at his sides.