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BACK TO THE FUTURE: A CODA.

For @colorlessjay, whose brainchild BACK TO THE FUTURE spawned a massive following here. I wrote this as an epilogue, of sorts, to wrap up the story and give it a nice little bow. When I sent a DM with the full story, I was met with the above response, so here we are! 🤣

For reference: Season 6 Dean is narratively referred to as Dean Winchester. Season 6 Cas is narratively referred to as Castiel. Season 16 Dean is narratively referred to as just Dean. Season 16 Cas is narratively referred to as just Cas.

Posted with permission. Any grammatical errors and/or missing plot points are my own.

Enjoy! 😊

Dean woke in the morning to a peculiar smell coming from the kitchen. As he stirred, his senses coming online, he was able to tell that the smell he detected was the sweet smell of his coffee brewing. Confusion set in as he automatically went to feel for the other side of the bed, only to be met with a cold emptiness.

Oh yeah, Dean thought. Other Cas is still here. My Cas is probably still talking to him before they leave.

Castiel had escorted Dean had back to his proper timeline last night, and once everyone was reunited in the bunker, they had all decided to hit the hay. Cas had shown their younger selves to one of the rooms in the bunker, and had returned to what was essentially “their room” in the bunker. They didn’t frequent it as often as they used to, with the Winchester brothers being semi-retired and all, but every so often a hunter would pass through and need a place to crash. Or if there were something major that they got wind of that needed all hands on deck (those incidents were far and few in between now, especially since Jack was the new God and Rowena was ruling Hell with a ruthless iron fist).

Rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake up more, Dean moved out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom to wash up and brush his teeth. Satisfied that he didn’t look like death warmed over, he made his way to the kitchen, where he was greeted with the sight of both angels and his younger self in conversation.

The sight of seeing a version of himself other than his reflection should’ve been incredibly jarring for Dean, but considering the line of work he was (kind of still) in, it didn’t resonate as much. What was more surprising was the fact that not only were both angels present, his angel looked awake, alert, freshly showered, and presentable…and it was roughly only 9:30 in the morning, according to the clock on the wall that Dean caught a glimpse of. It was a rare occurrence for Cas to beat Dean out of bed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t happen. Even rarer was it for Cas to be out of bed and fully dressed before Dean could even roll over. Dean mentally deduced that present company had forced Cas’s hand in that regard, especially since the younger angel hadn’t properly experienced the “wonders” of basic human behavior.

“Mornin’,” Dean Winchester greeted. “There’s coffee on the counter.”

Dean grunted a “thanks” in response, still a little groggy. As he made towards the counter, he patted Castiel on the shoulder. “Mornin’ Cas.”

“Hello, Dean,” both angels responded, followed by each giving the other a look of confusion.

Dean’s hand stilled where it was reaching for the coffee pot, and spared a look at both angels, both of whom were now fighting a blush. Dean only let out a low chuckle as Dean Winchester said, “In stereo, nice.”

Cas cleared his throat. “We were just talking.”

Dean turned his head to look at his husband. “About…?” he asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Their plans,” Cas answered cryptically. “And what they plan to do when they leave here.”

Dean’s stomach turned over slightly as he processed what Cas was saying. “Cas, I thought we weren’t supposed to—”

“I haven’t revealed anything significant,” Cas hurriedly interrupted. “Just basic non-sequitur.”

“Such as…?” Dean questioned.

“What’s happening on the current season on Dr. Sexy,” Dean Winchester chimed in. “I can’t believe Charlene ends up with Dr. Sexy’s brother.”

“Oh brother, you’ve got a long way to go,” Dean said with a low chuckle as he sipped his coffee. The back of his throat was greeted with a familiar burn that warmed his entire body. Not the way he liked Cas to do it, mind you, but a welcome reprieve nonetheless. “Wait till you find out about the twin.”

“The what now?” Dean Winchester asked, confused.

“Dean,” Cas warned. “You’re spoiling it.”

“Bah, he’ll forget it by the time it gets here,” Dean said nonchalantly, taking another sip..

“I’ve also been discussing the Alpha creatures with my future self,” Castiel mentioned after a beat.

“Yeah, Cas thinks we got something that’ll work. My Cas, that is. We’ll kick those bastards back to kingdom come,” Dean Winchester said.

Dean looked at Cas inquisitively, who merely shrugged in response. Later, Dean heard internally in Cas’s voice. Sometimes Dean genuinely forgot how powerful of an angel Cas really was. To Dean, he always seemed like this dorky little human who found flight patterns of bees interesting. And then there were moments like this, where Dean would be reminded of who he married—usually at the most random of times—via some off-the-cuff throwaway power.

Seriously, how many people could say that they genuinely have a psychic connection with their spouse?

“What, no advice?” Dean Winchester asked, slightly affronted by his older self’s silence. “No word on how to stop this? On what happens next? What happens tomorrow? Could you at least give me the lottery number for tomorrow?” he asked, looking between both Cas and Dean.

Shaken out of his reverie, Dean simply responded, “Kid, even if I knew tomorrow’s numbers, I sure as shit wouldn’t give them to you,” and took another sip of his coffee. “Can’t risk messing up the timeline.”

“Well then, what the hell was the purpose of this goddamn trip?!” Dean Winchester’s voice was starting to climb. “We just wasted a half a week scrambling for crumbs, and you assholes can’t even give us the time of day.”

“Dean, calm down,” Castiel said calmly. “They pointed us in the right direction, and we’re leaving with more than we came with. We have an idea of what we’re up against, and a plan on how to stop it.”

“It sure as hell doesn’t feel like it,” Dean Winchester grumbled. “Feels like we’re being stonewalled ‘cause of Mr. Secretive over there,” he added, gesturing to his older self.

“Ok, ya know what? I didn’t just finish busting my ass covering your ass to get chewed out by your ass,” Dean said, fully annoyed now.

God, was he always this way with everyone?

Setting his cup on the counter, he went to grab a seat across from his younger self. “You want me to tell you the next few years are gonna be full of sunshine and fucking rainbows? Well, they’re not. It’s gonna suck.”

“Dean,” Cas warned.

“Relax, Cas, I got this,” Dean said, holding up a hand to silence his husband. “The truth is you’re gonna say some shit and do some shit that you think is gonna be the right thing to do. And in the moment, it may be. But you better ready to deal with what happens afterwards. Most of it’s gonna suck ass, and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself. And you’ll pray for another chance to do it over—do it differently—and it won’t come. And you’ll be stuck.”

Dean spared a look at Cas before continuing, “Some things are gonna happen that are gonna hurt like hell, and you’re gonna wish that you could change it. Fix it. But the truth is you can’t. You can only deal with it.

“So you want my advice? Think before you act. Don’t go running off with the first hair-brained idea. You’ll be better off for it.” Dean let what he said rest in the air a bit before he added, “Oh, and lay off the beer and burgers a little. And exercise more. Your legs will thank you later. Just don’t let Sammy catch you, or you’ll never hear the end of it.” The last statement was punctuated with a roll of his eyes and a low chuckle from Cas.

Dean Winchester’s jaw clicked ever so slightly, a sign of his growing annoyance. “Really? That’s all? A few cliches and some shitty one liners is all you’ve got?”

“That’s all you’re gonna get,” Dean retorted with an arched eyebrow. “Unless you’d like a black eye and busted lip to take back as a consolation prize.”

“No fighting please,” Cas said. “I would like to keep the kitchen clean if I can help it.”

“Agreed. Besides it’s time for us to go. The spell’s gonna be wearing off soon,” Castiel said, giving Dean Winchester a look as he got up from the table. Dean huffed a “hmph, whatever” under his breath, and rose with him. Clearly the advice he was given was not what he expected, but Dean could see it on his younger self’s face clear as day how enamored he was with Cas. Even then.

Holy shit, Dean thought. Hindsight really is 20/20. I was whipped.

“One more thing,” Dean said, rising from the table along with Cas. Dean spared Cas a look before continuing, “Whatever you guys do, just…talk to each other. Be honest. Don’t hold secrets. Secrets get people killed.” He gave Castiel an intense glare before continuing, “You’re gonna need each other a lot more than you realize going down the road.”

“I can handle myself,” Dean Winchester said gruffly.

“Maybe, but if Cas can help, let him help.” He gave Cas another fond look before eyeing the couple in front of him. “And don’t take him for granted. He means more to you than you know.” Remembering the promise he made, he amended quickly, “They all do. Sammy, Bobby. You’re gonna need them all. Especially with whatever plan you guys end up going with.”

Dean Winchester shifted uneasily at the reminder of their mission, sparing a glance at Castiel before mumbling, “Even Cas?”

“Especially Cas. More than anyone. And that’s okay.” Dean wanted to say it, but knew he couldn’t, so he did his best to try and emphasize it in a way his younger self could understand.

That contrary to what his father had said, it was okay. That it was okay to fall in love.

Shaking his head, as if he found new resolve,

Dean Winchester let out a breath and said, “Yeah, ok. C’mon Cas, let’s get outta here,” and began ushering Castiel towards the exit.

“Good luck,” Cas said, getting up from the table and coming up next to Dean.

“Thank you, both of you, for all your help,”

Castiel responded, shaking hands with both Dean and his future counterpart’s before heading for the exit. “I hope this plan works.”

“Only one way to find out,” Dean said.

As they made their way to the exit, Dean could hear his younger self talking about the texts he had found in the bunker’s library and what that meant. He felt an arm slip around his waist, and automatically leaned into Cas’s embrace. “How badly did we fuck this up?” Dean asked.

“On the contrary, Dean, we gave them exactly what they needed. You especially,” Cas said, stroking Dean’s side.

Dean hummed in appreciation. “Still. Scale of one to ten?”

“Three. The anecdote about the incompetent doctor’s twin brother could’ve been left out of conversation,” Cas said arching an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Turning to face Cas fully, Dean gave Cas a look as he held up a hand. “Okay, one: Dr. Sexy isn’t incompetent, he’s a damn fine doctor.”

“He’s committed multiple infractions in the workplace, some of which were potentially life-threatening,” Cas shot back.

“You gotta break a few eggs to make an omelet, Cas,” Dean said flatly.

“If his experience as a doctor is any indication, I think he’d be an even worse chef. And that still doesn’t his excuse his morally objectionable behavior.”

“Like what?” Dean asked, making a face at Cas that all but said, Go ahead, Mr. Know-It-All. Prove me wrong.

“Having sex with a subordinate coworker in the storage closet of your place of employment while on shift. And in the middle of a lockdown, no less,” Cas responded archly.

Damn. Got me there. “Alright, you got a point,” Dean conceded with a roll of his eyes. “But it makes for good TV.”

“If you say so,” Cas said mischievously.

Dean squinted his eyes at Cas. Two can play that game. “Fine. Since you’re in such a bitchy mood this morning, see if I make you breakfast,” he said moving towards the opposite end of the kitchen. He could tell that Cas was eyeing him like a hawk, so he donned an air of indifference as he replied nonchalantly, “And here it was I had a taste for French toast too. That honey you made last week would’ve come in handy.”

Before he could react, Dean was spun around and greeted with a pair of lips meeting his as hands moved around his waist to hold him still. His arms automatically wrapped around Cas’s neck in response as he exchanged a passionate kiss with his husband. He wasn’t ashamed to admit it to himself now: he missed this. He’d longed for it while he was gone. Having a younger version of Cas was nice in the beginning, but in the long run, he’d wanted his Cas back. The one who had gone through Heaven, Hell and everything in between to come back to him. He’d wanted Cas like he needed air to breathe.

I guess it really is true.

“What’s true?” Cas asked as they broke apart.

Oh shit. Forgot about that.

“Forgot about what?” Cas asked.

“Nothin’, angel bee,” Dean said with a dopey smile. He stole a quick peck from Cas before adding, “Just missed you, is all.”

“I missed you too, Dean. I am glad you have returned.”

Absence really did make the heart grow fonder.

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Castiel was talking as they made their way to the exit, explaining the text they had come across in the library. Dean Winchester could only understand a portion of what he was saying. He figured Sam and Bobby would have a better grasp on this than he would. Maybe the could find a better plan to deal with these bastards. As Castiel continued rambling, Dean Winchester spared another glance back to his older counterparts, and was greeted with the image of his older self wrapped around his Cas’s neck in a very unique position.

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