He must have dozed off, as the loud blast of a shotgun woke him with a start. A James Bond film was on the TV. One of the newer ones. They'd seen it before and it was right near the end.
"What time is it?" He asked, rubbing at his eyes and face. Damn the room was cold. And dark; all the lights were off. He realised he was alone in the living room, with the front door open. "Dean? Guys?" His heart began to thump.

He got up, leapt up really, and stuck his head outside the door. No sign of Dean or Cas down the dark corridor. He went back into the living room. The curtains were still open and the night-time lights of London twinkled far beneath him through the dirty windows.
He went into the gloomy kitchen and was surprised to see the shadowy outlines of empty pizza boxes. "What the hell?" He said it out loud, not expecting a reply. And jumped when Dean answered from behind him. "Let you sleep. Whoa - calm down man it's just me!"
"Dean! Where the hell were you? I woke up and no one was here!"
Dean flipped a light switch, casting too bright a light over the grimy kitchen. "Went down to the car to get some stuff was all. I was gone like ten minutes. We saved you some pizza - and it's warm...who would've thought the piece of crap oven worked? Let me get you a slice..."
"What? No! What the hell time is it?" Sam was confused. "Did Lara come back? Why didn't you wake me up when Lara came back?"
"About half-one, yes, and cause you needed the sleep. And anyway I didn't think you wanted to see her."
"Half-one? I've been out for hours! Damn it Dean! Just cause I didn't want her to stay, doesn't mean I didn't want to say goodbye!"
"Don't get your knickers in a twist Sammy! That's what they say here by the way. Knickers. I told her you'd go see her tomorrow before we left, she was cool with that."
A flare of annoyance sprung up - Dean was still making decisions for him behind his back.
"Hey hey don't get mad - I'm not the bad guy here - she didn't want to wake you up either. You know...she said you still owe her a bottle of wine."
She still wanted that? He was surprised. And a little bit relieved; maybe their goodbye wouldn't have to go as terrible as he thought. So he let it go. "What'd you get from the car?"
"Clean...cleaner...sleeping bags than the ones these guys have. The necklace – we already fitted the tracker. A few extra weapons. All the essentials for a sleepover."
"Sounds like you've thought of everything."
"Hey, don't be like that Sam!"
"Huh? I wasn't being like that! I was agreeing with you!"
"Didn't sound like it!"
"What?!"
"That's enough!" Castiel entered the kitchen holding Dean's cell and a charger, which he plugged into the wall next to Sam. "Can I not leave you two alone for ten minutes without bickering? Sam, eat some pizza, you'll feel better."
"What do you mean feel better? I'm ok! It's Dean the one that's suddenly acting like a bug flew up his ass!"
"You're right Cas - you said he'd be hangry." Dean shook his head pityingly. "Better do what the angel says. You're like the guy in that advert, 'you're not you when you're hungry'."
"What..?"
"Pizza. Eat." Castiel took the warm box out of the oven and handed it to Sam.
"It's a TV ad. On the TV. In England."
"How am I gonna know that? I haven't watched TV in months."
Dean wasn't sympathetic. "Then that's your loss. Go eat, then go sleep. Busy day tomorrow."

The next time Sam woke up he was much warmer and the room much lighter. He was wrapped up in a sleeping bag and Dean was snoring gently on the couch in a bag of his own.
Castiel came out of the corridor that led to the bedrooms.
"Cas?" Sam extricated himself from the sleeping bag, with the empty pizza box falling from his lap onto the floor. "Is everything ok?"
"I've been to check on our captives. They're angry as hell but basically fine. What are we going to do with them once this is done? We can't leave them in there indefinitely."
"And we can't just kill them in cold blood. Or set them free to go kidnapping again."
"Call the police?" Cas suggested.
"I guess. Maybe? The very stabbed body in the other bedroom isn't going to look good for them."
"Who cares?" Dean was awake, stretching and wiggling like he'd spent a night in the finest suite any Hilton had to offer. "We'll be long gone before the cops ever hear our names mentioned."
Sam nodded. "True. Ok, soon as the business with Haversham is sorted we'll tip-off the cops to this address. How long till we have to be...where is it?"
"Romford. Never heard of it. We got six hours to find it and then get our asses over there."
Sam grabbed his cell from over on the sideboard but it was dead, so went into the kitchen to swap it with Dean's fully charged one. He noticed a tracker app had been installed, ready for later. He opened up the cell's web browser and searched for Romford.
"Ok guys, seems it's a market town with a shopping mall in East London. It's not actually all that far from here, I think. I say we get there early so I can get some more…appropriate clothes, we can grab a bite to eat and wait and see who shows up."
Dean was out of his sleeping bag and headed to the bathroom. "And get some coffee..."
By noon they were parked at a big supermarket car park in Romford. They'd visited a Next Outlet on the way, where Sam found some jeans and a slightly less obtrusive sweater. As in plain gray. He still hadn't had the chance to shower, having had to make do with a brief wash at Bill's kitchen sink before they left the flat. He'd managed to get most of the dried blood out of his hair at least. Now the three of them sat inside the Starbucks opposite the 'Wok's Up' noodle bar with Dean sucking on a coffee, bitching about how expensive everything was. Sam had to keep reminding him they were about to be handed a big bag of cash and to shut up for five minutes.
He fiddled with Dean's cell, bored. His brother had taken Lara's number before she left and now he wanted to text her to if she was ok. He convinced himself to leave it be until after this was all over. She was probably at work anyway. He decided not to ring into his work either. The bank would figure out soon enough that he wasn't coming back.

Over the course of two coffees and a mediocre chicken salad, Sam checked the tracker app once, twice, three times; and each time it was working just fine. Time crawled by, with nothing even remotely suspicious happening outside. The guy working at the noodle bar seemed an ordinary guy, nothing special. Wok's Up did a fair bit of business – the stand was pretty popular and the smell was sending Dean crazy. He'd already announced that he was going to be the one to make the trade, as he wanted to get some of those damn noodles more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life.
At just gone three, Dean waited until no one was at the stand before making his way out of the Starbucks and crossing the small passageway. Sam and Cas moved to one of the outside tables so they could hear what was happening. Dean handed over 3.50 and got himself some chicken stir-fry. Took a big mouthful, then topped it up with another huge bite.

"This is good dude," he said, not bothering to swallow it all down before talking. "Hey - are you Neil?" He shook the small plastic bag containing the boxed up necklace.

The guy – Neil – nodded. "Yeah…" He looked down at his watch, saw it was three pm.
"You Gavin?"

"Uh huh." Dean choked down the rest of the mouthful. "You got something for me?"

"I do." He reached underneath the counter and pulled out a backpack. From out of that he pulled out a brown envelope that couldn't have looked more like a parcel of cash if it had had CASH written all over it in big letters.

They traded items. Dean, making sure not to drop his box of noodles, quickly shoved the envelope inside his jacket. "Pleasure" he told Neil, then walked casually away towards the car park, still eating. Sam followed, with Cas hanging around a little longer to make sure no one was following the Winchesters.

Ten minutes later they were all in Dean's rental, and driving away. Cas rifled through the envelope and whistled at the amount of 50 notes stuffed in there.

Sam had Dean's cell on and the tracker was working perfectly. Or so he hoped. He was getting a clear signal from the necklace, which hadn't left the noodle bar.

They parked up maybe ten minutes outside of Romford, to wait for the signal to move. Which it didn't, for the next two hours.

Two, long hours of Dean making the most of every single noodle.