All begins at the end (Destiel)

2014

Hey guys! Last day I was watching the episode "The end" (5.04) with the virus Croatoan and when I saw 2014!Castiel I was like "whoa he is so hot!" and I thought "Hey! What if I wrote a Destiel story around this?"
I still think it's a good idea! If you like this Castiel too, you should read this story! The beginning is actually the real script, I just skipped the moment where Risa comes because I don't like her xD. The next chapters would be invented.

Enjoy!

"Oh come on, you don't trust yourself?"

"No, absolutely not."

That was the last thing that future Dean said to 2009 Dean. "What a Dick!" Dean thought, still cuffed to the scale. But he was right, he couldn't trust himself to stay cuffed here until he came back. He pried a nail out of the floorboards and used it to remove the handcuffs. His future he was naive to think he would nicely stay here. He had to come back in his period, this one sucked so much! He had to find an angel who could bring him back...just anything but Zachariah. He didn't trust him, this asshole brought him exactly in the Croatoan zone. So he hoped that Castiel was still alive. He really hoped.

He opened the door and glanced outside. The camp looked like one of those military camp in old movies he usually watched. Was that where the sane population lived now? Well, there was nobody around, he could discreetly leave. He was still observing the camp when suddenly Chuck came towards him.

"Hey Dean, you got a second?" Chuck asked.

"Damn it!" Dean thought.

"No...Yes! Uh I-I guess. Hi Chuck." He stammered.

"Hi. So, uh, listen, we're pretty good on canned goods for now, but we're down to next to nothing on perishables and...and hygiene supplies. People are not gonna be happy about this. So, what do you think we should do? "

Dean was lost. What could he answer? He was here since a few seconds and he was already in trouble.

"I...I don't know. Maybe, uh, share? You know, like at a kibbutz."

Chuck raised his brows, seeming surprised, then furrowed them.

"Wait a minute. aren't you supposed to be out on a mission right now?" he asked, suspiciously.

"Absolutely. And I will be." Dean answered with a big smile and a bit of embarrassment.

"Well this is not going to be easy..." he muttered to himself.

"What?"

"Uh Never mind. Hey, Chuck is Cas...still here?"

He sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah. I don't think Cas is going anywhere."

Dean furrowed his brows. What did he mean? He asked him to show him where he was and went to it. It was a little cabin and when he got closer to it, he heard some weird music. He was wondering if Chuck had made a mistake. But when he entered he effectively saw Castiel with several women, sat in circle. Dean immediately found him strange. He wasn't wearing his trench-coat, just a blue indian shirt not really cleaned. He had an untrimmed beard and his hair was messy as hell. And there was in the room a sour smell that he didn't like. What's going on here?

"So, in this way. We're each a fragment of total perception...just, uh, one compartment in that dragonfly eye of group mind. Now, the key to this total, shared perception...it's, um, it's surprisingly physical." Castiel was saying, legs crossed.

Dean thought he had something strange. The smile he had...He had never seen it before on the Castiel he knew. Even his voice seemed different. In fact, it was like he had a stranger in front of him.
Castiel finally noticed him and sighed.

"Oh. Excuse me, ladies. I think I need to confer with our fearless leader for a minute. Why not go get washed up for the orgy? "

Dean jumped. An orgy? Castiel? Talking about an orgy? Was he insane? There was definitely something wrong with him.

The women left the room, giggling, and Dean clearly Castiel say "You're all so beautiful...". Dean felt a pain at that. He didn't know why.

"Damn it what happened to you buddy..?" Dean thought.

When all the women left, Castiel stood up, streching his back and grunting.

"What are you...A hippie?" Dean exclaimed, coming towards him.

"I thought you'd gotten over trying to label me." Castiel sighed, finishing to stretch himself.

"Cas, we got to talk."

The angel turned around and seeing him, he opened big eyes and said:

"Whoa. Strange."

"What?"

"You...are not you. Not now you, anyway." he said, squinting his eyes.

"No! Yeah. Yes, exactly." Dean sighed in relief, happy to find finally someone who immediatly understood.

"What year are you from?" He asked, tilting his head.

"2009."

"Who did this to you?...Zachariah?"

"Yes."

"Interesting..." Castiel simply said.

"Oh, yeah, it's friggin' fascinating. Now. Why don't you strap on your angel wings and fly me back to my page on the calendar?" Dean exclamed, flustered by his strange attitude.

Castiel started laughing. Dean didn't know what was funny in his words.

"I wish I could just, uh, strap on my wings, but I'm sorry, no dice." He said between two fits of laughter.

Dean observed him during a few seconds and finally understood.

"What, are you stoned?"

Castiel smiled, laughing again.

"Uh, generally, yes."

"What happened to you?" Dean whispered painfully.

Castiel smiled again then answered in an excited voice.

"Life."

Well it's nothing new for now but I'm going to do my best to make a good Destiel story...I hope you will like it!