And as one would expect, by the next time we see him, Present Dean's yanked a nail from the cabin's floorboards, and in short order has freed himself from the handcuffs. He tiptoes out into the campground proper, and he's barely had time to scope out the spiffy target range when he's accosted by everyone's favorite prophesizing alcoholic, Chuck, and here we go with the wacky Double Dean hijinks. First The Prophet Of The Lord corners the guy he believes to be his fearless leader to complain about the camp's dwindling supplies, which leaves Present Dean flabbergasted and floundering around for an answer, and barely has that bit played itself out when some asskicker named Risa stomps up to take a swing at Present Dean because Future Dean spent the previous evening with a different woman. It is to my immense relief, therefore, when Present Dean finally thinks to inquire as to My Sweet Baboo's current whereabouts, and after Chuck points him in the right direction, Present Dean mounts the steps to a large, centrally located cabin, from which floats the soothing strains of a recorded sitar while Castiel murmurs something about "total perception." The camera ducks through the cabin's beaded curtain ahead of Our Intrepid Hero, and it finds a thoroughly scruffy and unusually mellow version of My Sweet Baboo sitting cross-legged upon a faded carpet woven with indigenous designs as he gently lectures a gaggle of bountifully bosomed acolytes on how "the one compartment in that dragonfly eye of group mind" is "the key to this total shared perception," or some such mystical bullshit. To his credit, however, he quickly calls the lesson to a halt when he spots Present Dean hovering uncertainly in the doorway, and after instructing the lovely ladies to "get washed up for the orgy," he rises to crack his back. "What are you, a hippie?" Present Dean buhs. "I thought you'd gotten over trying to label me," Castarishi Mahesh Baboo mildly replies before turning to really look at Present Dean for the first time. "Whoa, strange!" The Castarishi Keanus. "You are not you!" he goggles. "Not now you, anyway." Present Dean quickly drops all pretense of being his future self, and fills The Castarishi in on recent time-travel-related events. The Castarishi is all, "Fascinating!" before dissolving into giggles when Present Dean suggests he strap on his angel wings and fly Present Dean home. "What, are you stoned?" Buzz-Kill Present Dean harrumphs. "Generally," Castarishi Mahesh Baboo admits, "yeah." Heh.