Chapter 2.

"Dude. Seriously?"

"Dean, we've been over this." Sam puts on his right turn signal and begins to slow down for the next exit, marked Columbus International Airport.

"Yeah, but seriously? England?"

Sam, eyes still on the road, makes an exasperated noise. "Dean, most of the people who've been taken were taken in the United Kingdom."

"What about those two from San Francisco? We could drive there in a few hours." Dean, nervously cleaning under his fingernails with a penknife, winces as the car goes over a speed bump, sending the point of the blade a few millimeters into the nail bed.

"As far as we can tell, Mr. Two Hearts only hit up San Fran once, 15 years ago. I wouldn't call that a fresh lead."

Sucking on the small red bead forming on his left thumb, Dean mumbles "We've gone after a lot less." He turns to look out the window, just as a large blue Southwest jet flies over the Impala. Dean winces again, more out of nervousness than pain. Speaking clearly again, he turns back to Sam. "I still don't see why we couldn't just have Cas zap us there."

"Ok dude. We have been waiting. Is that not why we've been sitting in that dump of an EconoLodge praying to him for the last two weeks? Just face it. Unless Cas magically appears within the next 20 minutes, we're flying."

Before Dean has time to respond, the radio, which had been playing "Pour Some Sugar On Me," becomes staticy, the music stopping. An unmistakable voice crackles to life.

"I do apologize for my delay in answering your prayers. I've been… occupied."

"Cas!" Dean almost yells out of relief. "Oh God buddy you've got to save me from these flying metal death traps."

"You are hunting a transformer? Where does my Father come into play?"

"What?" Sam and Dean say in unison, still not used to Cas' extensive knowledge of human media. "No no no no no," says Dean. "Planes. Geez, don't you actually listen to your prayers? Get your ass down here and zap us to London."

"I'm afraid I can't. I myself am rather stuck."

"What? Why?" Dean and Sam exchange worried looks as another plane soars overhead.

"I… don't know. All of the rest of my powers seem to be working, but I am unable to teleport."

"O-Ok buddy." A note of panic returns to Dean's voice. "Where are you? We can come pick you up and figure this out."

There is a long moment of silence. "I believe I am in Cardiff."

"Cardiff?" Sam and Dean say in unison.

"Yes, the capital of Wales? Ninth largest city in the UK? Popular filming location for BBC shows such as Merlin and Sherlock?"

There is a long moment of silence in the Impala as Sam steers into a parking space in the red lot.

Sam is the first to speak. "Good thing we're already on our way." He shoots Dean a meaningful look. Dean's face drains of all color.

"Thank you. I have arranged for someone to meet you in London at the giant blue cock." With that, Castiel's voice cuts off, allowing Def Leppard to resume playing.

"Giant blue cock? I heard that right, right?" Sam looks bemused by the whole situation. Dean simply nods, his face now beginning to take on a pale green hue. "Okay then. We'd better get going, our flight leaves in just under two hours, and we don't want to be late for our giant blue cock date."

As they walk to the small bus stop to catch the shuttle, Dean mutters, almost inaudibly. "I freaking hate flying."