"So, run this by me again?" Dean says as he sits down at the table in the main room of the bunker.

"What else is there to explain?! Bloody hell-"

"My Lord." Sebastian warned patiently, "I think it would be best to calm down. We are at their mercy."

"Yeah pipsqueak why don't you settle the hell down?"

"Pipsqueak?!" Ciel shouts in anger, slamming his gloved hand on the table. "I am the Earl Phantomhive! I have been to Hell and back and you will treat me with a little more respect!"

"Newsflash Tiny Tim so have I literally and if you want answers, you're sitting your ass down!" Dean shouts.

Ciel growls and crosses his arms but sits down in a chair. "Whatever."

"Thank you." Dean speaks gruffly, "Now Sebastian, please explain."

Sebastian smiled and tilted his head.

"Gladly. Ciel and I are from London, England Victorian Era. My lord is the Earl Phantomhive also known as the queen's guard dog. I am the demon here who has my master's soul if I find his mother and father's killer. We were walking down a street to the Undertaker's and we ended up here, in your basement. What year was this again?"
"Two thousand sixteen." Sam answered.

"Ah right. And we came to find ourselves here in two thousand fifteen America."

"British why are all the powerful demons British…" grumbles Dean, "Okay well first things first, you guys can not be walking around like you came out of Downton Abbey. We're going shopping."

Dean stood up and jingled the keys to the Impala.

"How do we get there? Carriage?" Sebastian asks, tilting his head.

Sam shakes his head. "Alright let me fill you in…"

Sam started explaining cars to Sebastian as Ciel, Sebastian, Dean and Sam started their steady pace out the door to the-

"What is that!?"

"That's a car. An Impala to be exact. My pride and joy. So don't screw it up." Smiles Dean.

Ciel shakes his head. " isn't what cars look like"

Sebastian's eyes light up excitedly as he quickly walks over to the back passenger and sits down like a happy puppy.

"...Good demon?" Dean says.

Ciel walked over to the door and stood in expectancy. "...Well?"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Well what?"

"Who's going to open the door for me?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Open it yourself, Queen Victoria."

Sam smiled at this and Sebastian snickered. Sam and Dean got into the Impala and Ciel begrudgingly opened the door.

"Buckle up kiddos, and no, I'm not helping." Sam said politely.

Sebastian figured out a lot faster than Ciel but he eventually got it. And the four were off.

The store was owned by two female hunters who, when told the situation, completely understood and closed the store conveniently as the four walked in, seeing they were the only ones there at the time.

"Go nuts guys." Sam smiles.

"But no formal wear." Dean adds, "Not good for hunting."

"Trust me Winchesters, I'm perfectly fine." Smiles Sebastian and holding silver knives between his fingers. "These knives have killed more mortal men than you have."

And with that Sebastian and Ciel went to choose clothing.

Ciel has settled on black knee high combat boots, dark blue ripped up denim jeans, a gray t-shirt that advertised the Sex Pistols, a navy hoodie, and a silver cross necklace. He had picked out more outfits too. Sebastian had picked out a white long sleeve shirt, a black scarf, pants, and shoes along with a gray sweater jacket with big pockets. A gold fob watch was attached to one of the pockets. He also picked out outfits. Dean and Sam were extremely hesitant to spend the money but it wasn't like they had a choice. They begrudgingly paid and walked out into the Impala.

"Where to?" Sebastian asked.

"Well we have to summon someone who might help so we'll be heading back to the bunker." Sam answered.

"Yeah, he's also British and a prick. Ciel and him should get along fine."
"Oi!"

"Also you guys might need to know how to shoot a gun."

"Goune? What's a Goune?"

"Gun. Rhymes with won."

"That's kinda a stretch Dean."

"Shut up Sam!"

Dean sighed as he gripped the steering wheel. "Look I'm not worried about Sebastian, it's Blue Bell over there."

"Excuse me I can fight just fine!" Ciel protested.

"Okay Ciel, with a sword. But this is the 21st century. Swords are outdated. Knives and guns are better. I'll teach you. There are guns in England, right?" Sam offered.

"Thank God." Dean breathed.

"Fine…and yes there are, but they're rarely used..." Ciel grumbled.

Sebastian smirked to himself. He could get used to this.

The car ride home was continuous questions on how guns worked and how a sword was way better than any old knife.

Dean ran into the bunker, finally free of Ciel's stubbornness and Sebastian's constant questions. Oddly, Sam and Sebastian were getting along quite well. When everyone finally got into the bunker, Dean took immediate action.

"Alright, let's summon Crowley." Dean announced.

"Who?" Ciel asked.

"He's the King of Hell." Sam said simply.

Sebastian wrinkled his nose at that. "Not in my world. We have no king, just many powerful demons. The Sins control things."

Ciel, Sam and Dean looked surprised.

"Why are you surprised?" Dean asked.

Ciel looked at Dean as if he was dense. "This is news to me too."

"Well at any rate let's summon-"
"Already here boys."

The four whipped their heads to a red plush chair that was now occupying the King of Hell. Crowley smirked wickedly.

"'Ello boys."