The man looked half starved as he wandered aimlessly through the streets of London.

"Vworp! Vworp! Vworp!" He cried suddenly, his hands making nearly unseeable gestures, "Bowties are cool!" He was clearly out of his mind. Bowties were not cool at all, no-one sane would make that mistake.

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"I have a lead."

Both Sam and Dean jumped at Castiel spoke from the backseat.

"What the hell, Cas?" Dean protested.

"A lead on what?" Sam turned to look at Cas, "The colt? We already have one."

"God."

Dean jerked the steering wheel in mild shock and pulled over to the side of the crowded highway.

"You know where God is?" Dean asked, turning around to stare at the angel in the backseat.

"No. I know where he has been frequenting."

"Where?" The Winchesters asked at the same time.

"London." Castiel said, "I'm bringing you to England."

A/N: I apologise for the shortness. However, there's another, longer chapter coming up within an hour. Please R&R, it would make me happy. And a happy Blip is a good Blip.