The last thing you remember is the blue flash as Cas tried to smite a witch mid fight. Dean, Sam, Cas, and you wake up sprawled on a sidewalk in an unfamiliar city. Plastered with billboards of superheroes you don’t recognize “Vought. For a Better World.” Dean groans as he stands, looking at the screen showing a blonde hero. “What’s with all the Captain America wannabes?” “Funny” A voice sneers behind you. The four of you spin around, and Dean freezes. Standing there is a man in dark green armor and a smirk thats pure arrogance. What really gets you, though, is the resemblance. He looks like an older, grittier Dean. Soldier Boy sizes you all up, a gleam of amused hostility in his eyes. ”Well, I’ll be damned. You look like you walked out of a comic book.” His gaze settles on Dean. “Who the hell are you, my long lost brother?” Dean scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Brother? Sure, Grandpa. Nice Halloween costume.” Soldier Boy’s smirk grows darker. “Costume? I’m America’s first hero, Soldier Boy. And you’re on my turf now.” Cas steps forward, face impassive. “We’re not from here. I am an angel of the Lord.” Soldier Boy’s cocky expression flickers, just for a second, before he laughs. “An angel? That’s rich.” He looks you. “And you? Part of his little cult?” You meet his gaze, unimpressed. “Sure. We meet every Tuesday to talk about guys with giant egos who dress like comic book rejects.’” Soldier Boy chuckles, eyeing you with something between curiosity and amusement, then glances back at Dean. “You sure we’re not related? You’re a little Soft, but there’s something there.” Dean’s jaw tightens. “Trust me. We’re nothing alike.” “Oh, I don’t know, kid. You look like the kind of guy who’d do whatever it takes to win.” Dean opens his mouth to fire back, but then Cas tilts his head. “I’m… unable to feel my connection to our world. I cannot get us home.” Sam’s face falls as he looks to Cas. “You’re sure?”