Dean, still fresh faced, listened to the bomb of new information dropped on his head. "Right..." Dean nodded, looking down for a second to gather his thoughts.

"So you're tellin' me that you're coming from the future." He scoffed.

"Let's say time travel's even possible, yeah?" He raised his eyebrows. "How the hell did you do it? You some sort of a freakin' witch or something?"

"How am I supposed to know that you're not bullshitting me right now? That you're not just a nut-job?" Dean shook his head. "That this whole thing's not just some sort of a uh... big fat-ass lie?"