My first ever Supernatural fic! I'm absolutely loving the show. Only part way through series 6 (UK) but I'm pretty obsessed already. This will be a collection of chapters from when the boys went to Scotland to get Bobby's soul back from Crowley.

I do not own Supernatural.

Part One

"You know I hate flying Sam," Dean said as they walked out of the airport.

"I know, but we're gonna be here for a week or two so it's not too bad," came the reply. "How do we even get into Glasgow anyway?"

The two brothers quickly worked out that there a the choice between a cab or a bus. They chose the cheaper option, and spent the whole journey watching the landscape go past. Sooner than they thought they pulled off the motorway and into the gridded infrastructure of the city.
"I miss my car," muttered Dean.

The Winchesters managed to pick themselves up a tourist map, for a slightly ridiculous price. It seems that Glasgow was made of hills, but at least they managed to find the two big streets easily enough. Once they got themselves onto Sauchiehall Street it was easy enough to navigate through the centre. After a bit of wandering around they managed to find themselves a coffee shop which seemed suitable. After Dean baulked at the price of a cup, they settled down by the window to do some research and people watch.

The coffee was ok, enough to calm Dean's nerves after that nine hour flight. He noticed Sam staring out the window looking melancholy.
"Don't worry Sam," he said, "We'll do the sightseeing on the way back."
Sam seemed to snap out of his thoughts.
"Hmm? Oh, cool."

Dean looked at him for a moment before signalling to one of the waitresses.
"Can I get a refill on my coffee please?" he asked with a smile.
"Sure. That'll be £2.75," she replied, returning the expression.
"It's not free?"
"No, not here in Scotland," she said, her smile lessening.
"Oh. Uh, well fill me up anyway."
As the waitress walked away Dean groaned and put his head on the table.
"Now I know why so many Scottish people moved to America."

"Come on Dean, the train leaves in 5 minutes and we have to find it!"
"I think it's the underground bit? I don't know!"
The boys rushed through Glasgow Central Station. They stopped a man in a yellow jacket and could just about understand his directions. After some running down stairs and through corridors, they made it to the train on time.