The man shrugged indifferently. “My name is Sam Winchester, son, but that doesn’t matter right now. The question is this. Are you ready to return to the past where you belong?” he questioned in return, “Or must we start over with you as my son?”
Dylan furrowed his brow. Something still didn’t feel right to him; however, he didn’t trust this man. Yet, somehow, he knew that the man posed no threat to him whatsoever. His instincts screamed at him that this man was trustworthy…or would soon be trustworthy anyway.
“Well?” the man prompted expectantly, his eyebrows furrowing. “Which do you want to become? Your father’s son or mine? Or maybe a future version of my future son?”
For a moment, Dylan was taken aback by the man’s questions, especially considering the fact that he wasn’t even sure
