It was a seemingly normal day, Dean had woke up from having only a couple hours of sleep, and he had another bad hangover. Groaning, he got up anyways and took a couple of pills. After gaining more consciousness he noticed that Sam was already up and packing for some reason.

"Sammy, whats going on?" Dean said groggily.

"I found us a case, an old friend of Dads called on the phone earlier."

"Who was it?"

"Oscar Hughes"

"The british one?"

"Thats the one, now c'mon we're going to the airport. I got coffee" Sam pointed to the table i the back, which had two steaming cups on it. Dean just sat there with a gleam of fear in his eyes. He REALLY didn't want to move. Sam zipped up his duffel then gave him a bitch face from across the room.

"Dean seriously, it won't be that bad. Plus, people are dying."

"Why cant Os handle it himself?"

"Because this is a different case. Just- pack. ill explain on the way over."

Reluctantly, Dean got up from the edge of the bed and collected his stuff. A couple of minutes later, they packed the guns in the trunk of the impala, knowing they had to leave them behind, and putting their bags on top of the arsenal. Dean grabbed the coffee Sam had got him and they both got into the car. Sam opened the glove compartment, pulling out an old map and spreading it over the dashboard. After Dean started up the car, loving the sound of the engine, Sam gave him directions to the nearest airport which was about an hour, towards the city.

"So. We have to go to a place called Cardiff." Sam told Dean hesitantly, knowing he wont like it.

"Dude, isn't that like in, England or something?!" Dean said with the same reaction Sam thought he would.

"Well, according to Oscar, theres rugaroos there, eating people in packs."

"You have got to be kidding me."

"And, Cardiff is in South Wales. Not England"

"Yeah whatever, nerd" Dean said rolling his eyes. Sam sighed, putting away the map, and laying his head back.

After Sam eventually fell asleep, Dean was running on coffee as he drove. Sometime during the drive, Dean didn't know when, he realized he was letting his mind wander. He thought about a lot of things, but mostly he thought about Cas. His grip tightened visibly on the wheel and he tried to push down the lump forming in his throat. He remembered the lake he walked into and the last words he ever heart escape his mouth, when he was actually himself. And not just a Leviathan. It made him want to throw something, or scream. Instead he just kept on driving, staring at the road sharply. Dean spotted a gas station ahead so he stopped there. When the car came to

A stop at the pump, he saw Sam start to wake up, thinking they were there. Before he could fully wake up, Dean put a hand on his shoulder whispering "go back to sleep, I'm just stopping for gas."

After sliding card and putting the nozzle in his car. He walked over to the trunk. As the opened it, his hands traveled to the very back right, gripping a dirty trench coat, Cas' trench coat. Dean gripped it tight against his chest, not really caring if anybody else saw. After he finished filling up, Dean took the coat with him in the front seat, keeping it in his lap as he started the car again, and began to drive.