Chapter Text
Present Time
“Hello, Dean.”
A second ago he was facing Zachariah with his over-inflated ego and now he was on the side of some dark highway in the middle of nowhere. He sighed in relief upon seeing who it was. “...Nice timing, Cas...”
Castiel’s features seemed softer than usual, Dean wasn't sure if it was the experience he just had, the bad lighting on the highway or if his head was still spinning from the angel mojo that’s been tossed at him. In any case, he liked it, Castiel seemed like he was smiling and he appreciated it.
“We had an appointment.”
Dean couldn't help but smile. He really didn't know how much of that back to the future crap is really meant to happen or if Zachariah made it all up to fuck with his head and manipulate him into thinking a certain way. But he knew what he felt. He knew how Castiel made him feel.
Most of all, he wasn't going to let some predestined crap destroy everything he believed in and stood up for. No matter how much his so-called future-self insisted he was wrong. And he knew he was never going to say yes to Michael.
Dean let out a little huff as if he couldn't believe his ears and reached over setting his hand firmly on Castiel’s shoulder and let out a small smile of his own. “ Don't ever change.”