CHAPTER 2

"So tell me again why we have to England?" Dean Winchester was getting tired of this, knowing that he'd probably have to get on another plane.

Bobby sighed and popped open another beer, taking a swig before going over what was happening for the third time.

"There has been some weird energy coming from London. They've been happening throughout history, but never in these quantities. The energy isn't always from the exact same place either, it hops around, and once it was in Cardiff, Whales, and stayed there for a week."

Sam, Dean's younger brother asked, "What does that have to do with us then?"

"Hunters over in England are worried it may be a portal or something, possibly demons."

"What demons?" Castiel asked, appearing almost on top of Dean, impairing the hunters ability to jump at the fright.

"Dammit, Cas! You can't do that! If the monsters don't get me you'll give me a heart attack."

"I apologize Dean, I shall attempt to give warning next time."

"Damn right you will! Geesh! How many times do I have to tell you before you get the goddamn idea?!"

The corner of Castiel's mouth curled upward. "If the idea, "Castiel started, replacing the smirk with a mask of confusion "is damned by God, why would I want to understand it?"

Sam watched his brother inch closer to the angel, standing slightly over him and glaring down into Castiel's eyes. If he didn't know better, the look in Dean's eyes akin to a detective, or suspecting girlfriend. Sam snickered.

"When did you learn how to use sarcasm?" Dean asked, expression wavering as Cas smirked full force.

"As my friend would say," Cas beaming almost...well, Sam would have said flirtatiously... at Dean "Spoilers."

Sam was almost giggling at this point at the face his brother was making, Bobby just shaking his head with an "Idjits" under his breath. Dean finally heard the sounds coming from his younger brother and quickly realized how close he was to Castiel, jumping out of the angels personal space. Castiel smirked again.

After the excitement, the Winchesters and Bobby filled Cas in with what they were going to do.

"Couldn't the hunters that are in England deal with them? It is obvious that there are hunters there as you must have come across this information that way." Cas asked, after the trio finished explaining.

"Anyone who has tried hasn't been able to find it. They say it moves whenever they get close," explained Bobby

"Oh," said Cas, apparently back to normal after his odd display earlier. He still seemed odd to Dean. He should know with all the time he spends with Cas.

"How are we getting over the pond?" asked Dean. Cas sat up in confusion at the last word, almost

"What do you mean Pond?"

"He means the Atlantic Ocean." Sam explained. Cas relaxed with a small sigh of relief.

"Why don't we fly?" Cas asked.

"I don't do planes, remember that sunshine?" Dean snapped at him, lashing out.

Cas didn't even flinch. Smirking for, Sam paused thinking, the 5th time since he got here. That was really odd. Sam didn't even know Cas knew how to even act like that. Just when he thought he had seen it all, nothing prepared him for what happened next.

"You look cute when you're frustrated." Cas grabbed both Sam and Dean's shoulders.

...

"Well that was a new experience." Sam said, taking advantage of his voice to cut through the tension between Cas and Dean.

Dean just scoffed, "You're telling me."

Cas chuckled, shaking his head a bit more violently than he probably meant to. "Not quite angel transport, but it gets the job done."

That got the brothers attention. "What do you mean 'not angel transport'?"

"Simply that I am not who you think I am. Ta-ta"

Then Castiel, or whoever that was, vanished. Dean sighed and turned to Sam.

"Alright Sammy, where are we?"

"Well" Sam said, taking in the surroundings. There were HUGE gears ticking and turning, and GIGANTIC clock faces on each wall. "I'm gonna have to guess that we're inside Big Ben. Huh."

"So we are in England."

"Yup"

"Without the Impala"

"Yup"

"Without any money"

"That right."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO?!"

Sam laughed at his brother's outburst. "We're going to find where the energy is coming from."

"You go northern London, I'll go south?" asked Dean.

"Sounds good." He paused. "Your gun loaded?"

"Yep, yours?"

"Yes, let's go."