Dean opened the Impala door revealing the bright sunlight above him. He squinted and put his hand just above his eyebrows to block the light from his eyes. He turned around looking at Sammy, is shaggy hair, falling onto his face, he really needed a haircut. Sam grabbed the bags out of the trunk and set them on the ground. "Okay, you ready for this?" he asked.
"We do have to take a freakin plane?"
"Well, you didn't want to zapped over there by Cas, remember what happened last time?"
"Yeah, yeah" he said, throwing his bag over his shoulder. They walked through the door, the older Winchester caught sight of one of the other planes taking off. He stood there, silent, shoving his hands into his pocket. He turned around to see a grinning Sam. "Awe, Shut up, man!" he said wiping his face. "Come on, let's just get this over with," he continued, walking away. Sam smiled, shaking his head, and followed his older brother.
When they landed Dean seemed overly ecstatic to be back on the ground. "Sweet land, sweet, sweet land," he then looked over to Sam with his death stare. "We are never doing that again… ever."
They found a motel to stay at, only about 7 pounds a night. But they quickly found themselves in a troubled spot when the two demons attacked them, but Cas had shown up, a little late. The brothers came back to their room, bloody and badly beaten.
Dean took a swig of beer glowering at the TV, when he heard the familiar voice. "Dean?" he turned around, seeing him. "Are you alright? You look troubled." Still sitting on the couch he looked up at him.
"Who, me? Naw, man, I'm just peachy!" he said then looked back at the screen. Cas tilted his head, searching Dean's face for answers.
"Is that sarcasm? You see somewhat irritated."
"Nooo, what gave it away?" He stood up dropping the remote on the couch. "What the hell happened back there!?"
"Look, Dean, I'm sorry, but I came."
"2 hours too late, enough time for them to torture us."
"Oh, come on Dean, I know it's been a tough day, but give him a break," Sam said walking into the room.
"You stay out of this."
"Fine!" he said, "I'm going for a walk," he left, slamming the door behind him. There it was again, the uncomfortable silence.
"Dean, I'm sorry. I was－"
"Busy? We nearly died back there. Sorry isn't enough," he plopped himself on the couch.
"I－"
"Just go," Dean turned around, he did.
Cas walked alone on the streets of London. What was he to do? He was frustrated, he wanted to make things better, to make him happy. A silent tear ran down his face. "So this is what it's like to cry." For the first time, the angel cried, the angel wept.
He is the Weeping Angel.
They hadn't seen him again the next day which wasn't surprising, but when it came, day after day they still hadn't seen him, and began to worry. So they began their research.
Sorry, this ones a little late! But it's here! Yay! Winchesters! Again, I will try to be posting every week! Thanks for reading, it means a lot! Please Review! ~Magikath