"I don't like it here." I complained from next to Sam in the rental. "I miss my car."
"Then go complain to Garth." He had his head between his knees, he obviously didn't like it much either. I think the whole- driving on the wrong side of the road- had him a little on edge still.
"Since when do we even take jobs from Garth? Shouldn't we be after Kevin?" I kept my eyes on the road in front of me.
"Kevin will be fine for a week without us. Garth doesn't know of any hunters over here, and you have to admit…it is getting out of hand." He stretched himself back up, leaning against the seat.
"So what? Garth faxes over fake MI6 badges?" I narrowed my eyes at him and laughed. "You know that won't fool anyone."
"I don't even know, Dean. I'm too tired to argue with you right now. Can we please just go to the hotel? The flight was like eight hours." He put a hand up to his temple and I rolled my eyes as I attempted to make a right-hand turn, forgetting about the oncoming traffic.
"This is stupid." I muttered as my foot slammed on the brake instinctively after a small blue car honked at me. "Read me the facts."
Sam rummaged in the bag at his feet, pulling out a manila envelope Garth had given us. He pulled a small stack of papers out.
"It says that ten people over the last month were killed brutally." He paused. "It is strange though, it just started with one guy killing his wife. Then the neighbor in the 'flat' over murdered the man with an ice pick. Then the neighbor himself was murdered three days later by his housekeeper. It goes on like this, the police haven't been able to make sense of it."
"Yea, I bet they haven't been able too." I looked out the window, pulling into a homely looking English motel. It looked just like the ones we had in the states.
"Do you have any ideas?" I took the keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. We didn't have much baggage. Everything we owned was in the Impala, we brought a few things along, through the hassle of airport security (seriously you have no idea how hard it is to sneak a Colt onto an airplane).
"Ghost? Shifter? It sounds like that Civil War thing we fought a few months ago, you know, with the revenge thing." He shut the door behind him.
"Yea, strange to see it popping up here though." I tossed the keys to him. "Go get us a room."
His lips hardened into a line and he slumped away, I could tell he just wanted to get in the room and sleep. We both had jetlag. I wondered if Cas ever got jetlag as I called him, it seemed like he wouldn't.
I heard the ruffle of wings, or whatever it was, from the other side of the car where Sam had been standing. I turned to face him. He was wearing his usual trench coat, eyes squinting up at the sun like it was an alien.
"This weather is unusual for this time of year in London." He commenting, looking at me.
"Is that supposed to mean something?" I asked him, leaning my arms against the hood of the small car. It didn't feel right. I missed my baby too much.
"I hope not." He turned away from me again, surveying his surroundings, "Why are you here?"
"Series of random killings around, all connected. Sound like anything demonic?" He looked back to me, hesitating. He wasn't good at lying.
"No. That isn't a demon's style, you know that." He cocked his head, squinting at the sun. "Nothing Heavenly either, but I will stay, to help you and Sam."
I nodded curtly as Sam came wandering back holding out two keys in the palm of his hand. Even if he was lying, I couldn't tell about what. He wasn't telling something, obviously, but this mess didn't have any demonic or angelic signs.
"I know the coroner here." I looked up at him, surprised. "Through a series of events, she had been made aware of my presence a while ago."
"Wait. Wait." I put my hand up as Sam unlocked the room closest to the car. I walked over to Cas, his face unreadable. "Are you telling me that for some random reason an English coroner knows you are an angel?"
"When the Leviathan walked the Earth again, I had reason to believe one strayed from the pack. It came here, in order to gain a place in the royal family. I intercepted it before it managed to kill anyone of extreme import." He paused to let me soak it all in. "I needed someone to help me with the bodies. She was the only one there in time, she will help us."
He shot me a stupid look and walked inside the motel room where Sam had already crashed on one of the twin beds. His legs dangled off at angles that almost made me want to laugh had I not been attempting to comprehend the fact that a Leviathan tried to shapeshift into a member of the British royal family. Imagine how bad that had been?
"That must have been an interesting story." I said to Cas, now sitting by the window next to the door. "You should tell me sometime."
"What are you going to do?" He looked over at me, hands resting on his knees.
"I need to sleep. I have been on a plane for way too long. Tomorrow we'll visit this coroner woman." He nodded.
"I'll watch over you." I didn't argue with him. I didn't have the strength. I found sleep came easier than it usually did. I was down for the count before my head hit the pillow.