"It's not there. It can't be there!" Fred says, and there's a moment before she even notices that Dean's there, that there's anything other than herself and the hard ground and the collar that shouldn't be there at all. Dean shouldn't be there either. Not there in the cave with the collar. He should be back on the island.

If the island even exists. Maybe she never left Pylea, never went to Los Angeles, never went to the island at all.

She looks up at Dean, eyes wide and scared and unfocused.

"You shouldn't be here. You can't be here. You're supposed to be on the island."