The Winchester brothers and Hale sisters have a new threat to face: Lucifer.
Locking him back in his cage will become their number one priority, on top of dealing with the Angels, the horsemen, and their own personal lives.
Sounds easy enough, right...
Dean silently approached the sign from the photograph. There were several men inside the campground, patrolling the area with rifles in their hands.
However, his gaze soon landed on something that was very near and dear to his heart - apart from Camryn and Sam, even Madelyn, though he'd never admit it to her.
"Oh, baby, no." He gasped as he approached the beat-up Impala for a better look at her. The windows were missing, the body was dented while the inside was rusted. "Oh, no, baby, what did they do to you?"
A twig snapped from behind him which barely gave the hunter a chance to turn around to see who the culprit was before he was hit over the head with something hard and sharp. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body slumped to the ground as darkness took over.
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Dean's eyes soon fluttered open and blinked away his blurred vision before he took in his surroundings, discovering that he had been handcuffed to a ladder with what looked like to be his body-double sitting across the room as he cleaned a gun. This version of himself wore a military-issue green jacket compared to the blue shirt that he was currently wearing.
"What the hell?" He groaned.
"I should be asking that question, don't you think?" 2014!Dean questioned as he tore his gaze away from the weapon to look at his double. "In fact, why don't you give me one good reason why I shouldn't gank you right here and now?"
"Because you'd only be hurting yourself." Dean replied.
"Very funny."
"Look, man - I'm no shapeshifter or demon or anything, okay?" The hunter stated.
"Yeah, I know. I did the drill while you were out. Silver, salt, Holy Water - nothing." 2014!Dean responded. "But you know what was funny? Was that you had every lockpick, box cutter, and switchblade that I carry. Now, you want to explain that? Oh, and the, uh, resemblance, while you're at it?"
"Zachariah."
"Come again?"
"I'm you from the tail end of 2009." Dean further elaborated. "Zach plucked me from my bed and threw me five years into the future."
"Where is he? I want to talk to him." 2014!Dean demanded.
"I don't know." The hunter replied.
"Oh, you don't know." The hunter's body double repeated.
"No, I don't know. Look, I just want to get back to my own friggin' year, okay?"
"Okay. If you're me, then tell me something only I would know." 2014!Dean said with a glare as he crouched down in front of his past self.
Dean was silent for a moment and a smirk soon settled across his features. "Rhonda Hurley. We were, uh, nineteen. She made us try on her panties. They were pink. And you know what? We kind of liked it."
