Sam and Dean entered their hotel's room and they threw their bags down onto the small coffee table they have in their hotel room. They flung themselves onto their beds and both fell into a long, well deserved, sleep. They had just come back from a hunt, just the normal. Demons, possession, etc., sadly, though, Sam forget Deans pie on the way home. Castiel pops into the hotel room, and slams into the coffee table, unaware it was there. Dean shoots up from his sleep and fires his gun that he keeps under his pillow at Castiel. Castiel looks down at the bullet he caught in his hand with confusion, then tosses it aside.
"Hello, Dean," he says
"God, Cas, you can't-do that," Dean says, rubbing a hand over his tired face and getting up. Cas leans his head to one side, kind of like a confused puppy.
"Do what, Dean?"
"Come out of nowhere while we're sleeping," Dean says as Sam stirs.
"Dean? What's going on?" Sam asks, waking up.
"Cas decided to pay us a visit at," Dean looks at the clock, "3:15 in the morning."
Sam sighs and gets up, obviously not well rested, and goes to Cas.
"What's up, Cas?" He asks and Cas shifts uncomfortably. "Everything all right?" Sam adds, seeing the shift in movement.
"Not particularly. We think there might've been a sighting of Metatron." Cas says, and Dean and Sam look at each other for a second then look back at Cas.
"Isn't that a good thing?" Sam asks.
"It would be," Cas says, "if it was in the area."
This causes Sam and Dean to look at each other, once more, with confusion. Can't Cas just pop up where Metatron is and take him in?
"Well," Dean says, "where is he? He can't be that far, right?"
"Dean-" Cas starts but is cut off by Dean.
"I mean, we could drive there and give you a little bit of backup if you need it, which you won't-"
"Dean-" Cas tries to start again but just gets cut off
"-and you can just do your little, ya know," Dean makes this movement with his hands as to symbolize an explosion, "poof thing and beat his butt into the ground. We'll be there just in-"
"DEAN!" Cas yells, finally getting Dean's attention, "When I say he's far, I'm not talking about another city, I'm talking about having to cross the north Atlantic ocean, out of the united states." Dean whistles a low whistle.
"Damn…" Dean says and Cas nods in agreement.
"Well, how are we going to get him anyways? Where's he at?" Sam asks
"I don't know how we're going to get him, that's why I came here. He's in England." Cas said, sitting down. It was silent for a couple minutes until Dean took a deep breath.
"Well," Dean says, "I guess we're going to England." and Cas looks up, startled.
"But, Dean, I can't go that far."
Dean takes a deep breath and says "I know, we're taking a plane."
"But, Dean, you're scared of planes," Sam says but Dean doesn't seem to be listening. He's already on the computer booking flights for England.
"Alrighty, our flight leaves at 9:00 am tomorrow. Get packing." Dean says and walks to his bed and starts packing. Everyone keeps looking at Dean in shock but eventually, all the shock wears off and Cas poofs out of the room and Sam gets packing. They're going to England.
LAX Airport
8:35 am
Deans' 1976 Chevy Impala pulled into the LAX airport the next morning. Dean is currently giving the Impala a hug, practically crying because he has to leave it for however long they'll be gone. Sam is waiting impatiently checking his watch every now and then, obviously annoyed by Deans actions.
"Dean, come on! We won't be gone that long and if you don't hurry up we'll miss our flight!" Sam says, annoyed, then Castiel pops up.
"Am I late?" He says, then stops when he sees Dean and he sighs.
"My Baby, I'll miss you," Dean whispers gingerly to the car.
"DEAN!" Sam says, and Dean looks up.
"Come. On. We're going to be late!" and Dean sighs.
"Goodbye, my precious Baby." He says one last time and sighs, walking up into the airport.
They get checked in and start to board the flight when Dean starts having a mini panic attack. The last time he was on a plane it, well, I guess you could say it didn't go too peachy.
"Hey, Dean, you okay?" Sam asks, supporting his brother. Dean takes a deep breath and nods, and continue walking down the aisle and finally gets into his seat. The clock shows 8:59 am, one more minute until takeoff.
Dean takes deep breaths and tries to focus on that. In, out, in, out, in, out. Then the plane takes off and Dean shuts his eyes and squeezes what he thought was an armchair but found a hand instead. His eyes dart open and he finds himself gripping Castiel's hand. Embarrassed, Dean blushes and takes his hand off of Castiel's, Cas just gives him a smile then turns his head away. This will be a long flight Dean thought.
England
The plane landed and they got all of their luggage and found their way around the airport. Everything was way different than the united states, it was all just hard to take in. They found their way to an apartment complex on Baker Street. They knocked on a door that read 221B and an elder woman opened the door.
"Well hello there!" She says gleefully and they all smile in response.
"Hello, I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother, Dean, and our friend Cas." Sam says, "We were told there was an apartment available here?"
"Ah, yes, please come in!" She said and opened the door wider so they can enter.
"Thank you, Miss…?" Sam asked
"Hudson, Miss Hudson." She replied and smiled.
Just as she smiled they heard a thump from above and someone yells "JOHN!" and they all just looked at Miss Hudson in confusion.
"Boys! Keep it down up there! We have guests!" She yelled up the stairs and the upstairs got quieter. She looked at us apologetically and led us upstairs where we pass a tall British man with black curly hair and blue eyes, wearing a robe, lying upside down on a couch.
"JOHN! I'm BORED!" The man yells and a man, John, with short blonde hair, looks up from his computer.
"I gave you five cases, Sherlock. Go solve them." John says and the other man, Sherlock, sighs.
"They're all too easy. I need something, HARDER John!" Sherlock says and takes out a small revolver and shoots at a yellow smiley face on the wall. Startled Sam and Dean both jump and reach for their own guns but decide against it.
"Boys, this way." Miss Hudson says and leads them up another flight of stairs until they reach another room.
"Here you are, boys. I know it's not much but it's the only room we have left. Please excuse John and Sherlock downstairs, they are quite busy and wild most of the time."
"It's no problem," Sam replies and gives Dean a look that means What. The. Hell? And Dean shrugs.
"Alright, well I'll be off. Goodbye, boys" She says and walks out of the room.
This is going to be interesting.