It was an alternate world. The ‘apocalypse world’. Jack opened up a tear in reality. A gold oscillation in the air that swelled out like a beckoning call. A tear that got him and Mary Winchester stuck in this other world.

A world where Sam and Dean were never born.

It was all out war there. A rage of hysterics. Michael and his angels were the greatest threat to humanity, even the monsters who had been at the top of the food chain were cowering in fear—becoming desperate. Desperation was the new normal. Survivors were few and far between, the sane were even fewer.

In this world, everyone the Winchesters knew, existed, but in an alternate state. An alternative that would have been, had they never met any of the Winchesters.

Bobby, a leader of the survivors camp, who never had the delight of being a father figure for the Winchester brothers. Charlie, a fiercely loyal survivor on camp who never had the delight of hunting with the brothers and expanding in her coding knowledge.

This prospect created some more scenarios Dean never thought he would experience.

For example; re-meeting his partner in this alternate world where you were never influenced by the Winchesters.

A world where you could have never even met Dean. Let alone date him.

A fighter in his world and this one—but in this particular world there are some drastic differences. Differences that become evidently clear when you exit your tent to inspect the out-of-place newcomer.

Differences that make his mouth go dry and his heart almost beat out of his chest, and he can’t tell if he’s scared shitless of you—or if he wants to escort you back into that tent and show you what you didn’t even know you’d been missing.