Chapter 4: The NeverEnding Journey Part 1

The purring of the engine and the soft shocks of the fast wheels on old asphalt were reassuring to Dean as he woke up somewhat disoriented. It didn't take long before the memories of last night and this morning came rushing back to him. He failed to suppress a yawn and stretched his tired limbs in the cream leathered seat, pulling himself loose from the back. Leather, humidity, and sweat were not a great combination. He looked out of the window to see if there were any signs that'd give him an idea of where they were, but the only useful clues he had were the rows of birch trees that lined the road. The blazing orange orb in the sky burned in his side mirror behind the dark blue Jetta that followed them. Dean smiled at the sight of the car. He had been glad that the trunks and backseats were completely packed with their luggage and he and Sam had had to travel separately.

"Where are we?" Dean asked, glancing over at Bobby.

"I dunno, I think it said it was some national park on the map." Bobby shrugged. "It's close to Dufftown though." Dean nodded slightly and watched the reflection of the darkening blue sky filled with cotton plucks on the wide, white-striped hood of the moss green Chevelle. They traveled in a comfortable silence.

The forests flittered out of view and got replaced by hills of luscious grass. It wasn't long until Dean got bored and pulled his backpack between his feet closer towards himself. He dug around, mumbling something about magic books needing an enchantment to be lighter, and then held up his trusty Walkman in triumph.

Bobby shook his head lightly at the boys' antics. The smirk that had plastered itself on Bobby´s face quickly disappeared when his front wheel hit something. His side of the car bumped up, the shock absorber squeaking in protest as it landed back on the road. Or, at least, he damn well hoped it was the shock absorber. He didn't even notice how his foot hit the brakes, nor how his muscles tensed and his knuckles whitened. His only focus was to get the Chevelle to the emergency line. The steering wheel blocked. He vaguely heard Dean yelp. His eyes didn't even have enough time to widen before a loud clang sounded. With a bang the white airbag flew out of the steering wheel. It hit his chest and face hard, and he could feel the air leave his lungs under the impact. He gasped for air, the burned, chemical scent on the nylon material boring itself into his nostrils. The dashboard was covered in smoke, and he could hear Dean take sharp breaths. Besides that, it was awfully quiet, almost piercing. He only now took in the hammering of his own heart against his ribcage.

Bobby groaned and pushed his door open. He rolled out of his seat, thankfully supporting his weight against the car. His hand flew up to massage his closed eyes against his throbbing, nauseating head. He felt absolutely miserable, even more so than when they got out of Gringotts, and he honestly hadn't thought that was possible. He heard footsteps coming towards him and he decided that he rather upset his stomach some more than stay blind any longer. He squinted through his eyes and saw John coming towards him. Rough hands grabbed fists full of Bobby's shirt and shoved him hard against the car.

"Damnit Singer, what the hell were you thinking?!"

Bobby shoved him. "Get your paws off of me, Winchester!" He growled, positively seething under his worn trucker cap. Both men were too engaged in their glaring to notice Dean walking over to the Jetta and sliding into the abandoned driver´s seat. He poured out a soft string of curses when he felt a third pedal. Just his bloody luck.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked in a small voice. Dean didn't answer, his attention focused on cracking up his chair until he could look over the steering wheel. Then he glanced over to his brother.

"You know how to read that map?" he inquired, nodding his head towards the map on the dashboard. He watched in mild amusement as Sam's eyebrows furrowed closer together.

"Of course I know how to read it!" he replied, scoffing. Dean shook his head, smiling knowingly. "Are you… going to drive us?" Sam hesitantly asked. The younger brother didn't know how to feel about that. Their father had taught Dean how to drive last Summer, but his brother only ever drove the Impala and their father had always been in the vehicle with them. Dean gave him a lopsided grin and winked.

"All you need is a plan, the roadmap, and the courage to press on to your destination, Sammy," he said solemnly. Sam was pretty sure another reference had flown right over his head, but he didn't care. His concerns had vanished and he was excited to get a move on. He grabbed the card, unfolding it so that Dean wouldn't be able to see it. He thanked Bobby silently for drawing out the route with a red marker, not that he'd ever admit to Dean that reading maps wasn't something he was very good at. Not yet, anyway.

"We just need to follow the A95 until we come to an intersection with the A941," Sam informs him helpfully. Dean grunted his acknowledgement and focused on the car, doing his best to recall everything he knew about manuals. He kicked in the clutch a few times, forcing his left foot to adapt to the movement. A quick glance outside informed him that his father and Bobby got in a physical fight. He let out a heavy breath, kept the clutch to the ground, and turned the key in the ignition. It spluttered alive before evening out. Dean pushed the soft ache for the Impala away, hardly even acknowledging it over his quickening heartbeat. He looked over towards the two adults again, but to his surprise neither had noticed the car starting. "I don't care that you got in a fight, Dean! I care that you were so unaware of your surroundings that you didn't notice the teacher coming!" The heated voice of his father echoed through his mind. Dean glared hard at his father, he wasn't sure whether to be annoyed with him or glad it would be so easy.

"Dean, are we going now?" Sam pressed urgently. Dean nodded.

"Yeah, let's go," he agreed. He let the clutch come up as slowly as he could manage until the car started to roll forward. Grinning, he added a heavy dose of gas, greatly accelerating, the rear wheels slipped until they got traction. He watched in the rearview mirror how his father and Bobby scrambled to their feet and waved with both their arms to get them back, but Dean decided against it. He knew this was gonna get him in lots of trouble, and he didn't feel like handling that just yet. He glanced at the dashboard, seeing how close he was to the red lining already, and looked at the clutch. He vaguely recalled reading in a book at Bobby's that you could skip gears while shifting, and figured he'd try that. His left leg hesitantly kicked in the clutch and his left hand struggled with the poke. Damnit those things were annoying! He managed to jam it into the three and allowed his foot to slowly let go of the pedal then placed it on the ground.

"Um, Dean?" Sam asked after a few miles.

"Yes, Sammy?"

"Aren't you going a bit slow?"

"I have honestly no idea what the speed limit is and I don't want to draw too much attention to us," Dean admitted, scratching his cheek thoughtfully. Truth be told, if a car like this is driven like an old grandma, it'd also draw attention, but at least it was the safest of both options.

"Isn't this an open road?" Sam asked, frowning as much as his young forehead could muster. "What's the maximum speed limit?" Dean shrugged.

"I don't know, you're the geek," he said, giving his brother a light push.

"Yeah, and you're driving," Sam jabbed right back. "What'd you think would be the speed limit if this was the States?" Sam asked, once again serious. Dean gave him another shrug.

"Maybe fifty-five?" Sam nodded at his answer.

"Yeah, sounds good," he agreed. With a heavy sigh, Dean went on to shift to the fourth and then the fifth gear, thankful they'd have a long way to go before he'd have to do another awkward attempt at that. "Is it difficult?" Sam asked curiously once his brother got more comfortable.

"What?" He looked over to Sam to see he had turned towards him, his legs slowly kicking back and forth under the dashboard.

"Driving this car instead of the Impala," Sam clarified.

"Oh, that." Dean scratched his neck, wondering if his baby brother would be able to follow his explanation on the differences. Sam just didn't have the same knack for car mechanics as he did. Then again, Sam did like information. He slacked back a bit more into the seat and opted to explain it, growing more enthusiastic the more his brother asked and absorbed like a sponge.

Meanwhile, back at the scene of the crash...

"God damnit, what the hell is that kid thinking?!" John growled, resisting the urge to punch something. Bobby glowered at him for a full minute. "What's your deal, Medusa?"

"Shaddup princess, and help me dig out the spare tire," Bobby grunted, opening the trunk. He sighed and shoved the cap over his eyes, scratching his head in wonder. How the hell did they ever fit all that in there?

"Shit," Dean murmured when the engine stalled at yet another intersection. Sam turned towards him, his eyes sparkling with glee.

"You're truly a terrible driver, Dean," he said matter of factly, then burst out in giggles. Dean looked down and shook his head.

"Shut up, bitch,"

"Don't be a jerk, Dean." Came the instant reply. Dean scoffed, but the edges of his lips betrayed him with a smile. "I think that's Dufftown," Sam said, pointing out of his window towards a town in the distance. A high, squared tower stood proud in the middle of it.

"Looks like it. You think you can navigate us to the house?" Dean asked, still looking at the village. Sam bowed over the map, trying to make sense of the web of roads that made up the town.

"I think so," Sam said after a while.

"If not, we just park the car and see if there's an arcade or something," Dean said, shrugging carelessly. "Although they might only have a grocery store and another one of those damned pubs," he added, not too pleased with that prospect.

"It does look really small," Sam agreed.

"Yeah, dad said that Dumbledore found you a school within Dufftown, right?" Dean asked, suddenly not too sure that this place would make a good home for Bobby and Sammy.

"Yes, that's what they told me, too," Sam paused, hesitating. Dean kept silent, waiting for his brother to start again. "It'll be strange not going to school together," Sam admitted eventually.

It was something that had been bothering him for a while now. As Dean liked to point out, he really was kind of a geek. And it didn't help that they were outsiders on every school they went to, too. Now he'd be the new kid from a far away country. He had been trying to sound more like an English kid, but it was difficult and very slow-going. Of course Sam knew how to protect himself, but their father always warned them not to show off how skilled in fighting they were. Not that Sam wanted to fight anyone, he hated getting hurt and he hated hurting others. Besides, he just wanted to seem normal, and the other kids couldn't fight like that, he knew that all too well. Their techniques were very sloppy. So he allowed the bullies to do their worst, which wasn't much since they quickly learned that Sam had a big brother. It was like a universal code, you watch your steps around the kids with older brothers.

"Yeah, I'm gonna miss looking out for my pain in the ass little brother," Dean agreed, nodding fondly. Sam made a face. "But you don't have to worry, who knows, in a village like that," Dean nodded towards the town with the tower, "a kid from America coming to their primary school would be the most exciting thing ever. Hell, they probably all wanna be friends," Dean snorted at the idea.

"You really think so?" Sam asked. He hadn't thought about it like that before.

"I know so. Now quit your worrying, Samantha," Dean teased, rolling his eyes at his little brother. Sam punched him in the shoulder.

"Jerk!" He folded his arms in front of his chest, but couldn't fight the smile creeping up on his face. Yeah, definitely worth the bruising. Dean thought to himself. They drove on towards the town in a comfortable silence.

The sun was finally out of view when the road got flanked by the occasional farms and even a camping. Neither brother knew why anyone would go camping in such a remote location and then bother to get close to a town, but it was a promising sign nonetheless. It meant that there had to be something entertaining in the area after all. The farms turned into nice, detached houses, and they even passed a distillery.

"I bet Bobby would love that," Dean said, nodding towards the sign on the warehouse.

"Yes, it says here on the map Dufftown is known for it's great whiskey," Sam provided helpfully. They got to the town, the street was crowded on either side by parked vehicles, and though in the late hour of the twilight, they were quiet, Dean felt rather exposed. What if someone saw him driving? Buildings, no taller than one or two stories, cascaded down the hill like a waterfall of houses, each with greyed roofs and light coloured sides. Off in the distance, they could see the rolling hills of Scotland flow seamlessly back into endless grass on one end, and a thick pine forest standing on the other. They drove right to the squared tower in the heart of the town, passing several signs of hotels and restaurants along the way.

"Where to, Columbus?" Dean asked, still very much on edge. Sam rolled his eyes.

"I don't think Columbus was such a great navigator," Sam noted. At Dean's incredulous look, he continued. "After all, he thought he had found India when he got to America," Sam explained, grinning smugly.

"Hell, you must miss school," Dean said, shaking his head. "Now get us to the house, you smartass." Taking that as his victory, Sam resigned himself to read the map.

Sam was pretty sure he got them lost. He couldn't find the street they were on anywhere on the map, and he had absolutely no idea where they were in relation to the town. He pursed his lips together. He wasn't sure if it was possible for Dean to feel more disappointed than he felt himself, but he didn't really wanna find out.

"Hold on, what was the name of the street again?" Dean asked suddenly, stopping Sam's train of thought.

"The sign said we were on Chester Road," Sam answered easily.

"No, the road the house is at, that's Victoria Street, right?" Dean pressed.

"Yeah," Sam confirmed. Dean grabbed a hold of Sam's head and forced him to look out of his window.

"Well there it is!" He said, making sure Sam was looking at the small street that made up the border of the town before a young forest took over. Sam's eyes widened in recognition, they found it! "Number twelve, right?" Dean asked, turning the car into the street as he did so. Sam swallowed.

"Yeah, number twelve," he confirmed. They drove down Victoria Street, the first couple houses were attached, much like the ones on most of the streets they had driven through, and then it made place for detached houses, each one a few feet further from the last one until they reached number twelve at the end of the road. There was a backyard from another house a bit to the side across from them, but otherwise it was located rather remotely.

The house was made of the same boring grey stone that seemed to be the theme in this country. It had a dark slated roof with two dormers on top of it, almost giving the house a face. The driveway led to a decent sized, single garage attached to the right side. Dean wasn't so sure what they'd do with it. Bobby always led his Chevelle stand outside on the scrapyard with the other cars, and he highly doubted having an accessible garage would change that.

They watched the house for a bit but the only movement came from the lush grass of the front yard that waved to them invitingly. Someone had gone out of their way to plant several blue hydrangeas and a big beech tree gave off a sense of privacy.

"Huh, it looks pretty normal," Dean said, being the first to break the silence. "Maybe Dumbledoors isn't that weird after all." He considered this for a moment then shook his head. "What am I saying? That man is the definition of weird!" Sam snorted, but he hadn't expected to find something so ordinary either.

"You're sure this is it?" he asked, watching the house with a hawkeye in case some wizard decided to funk it up.

"Positive, unless you gave me the wrong address," Dean answered. He turned the car onto the driveway and let out a sigh of relief when he shut off the engine. Driving had been fun, but next time he wanted an automatic.

They got out of the car, taking a minute to stretch their legs and lazily glancing over the property, both glad Bobby and their father were nowhere to be seen yet.

"Do you have a key?" Sam asked after awhile.

"I got something better," Dean said, proudly holding up his lock pick. Sam's eyebrows rose to his hairline at the sight of the tool.

"Seriously? You're gonna break into our own house?" he asked, folding his arms in front of him. Dean rolled his eyes and stalked over to the front door that was placed in the middle of the building, and knelt at the keyhole. Sam sighed and joined him. He knew it was silly to break into the place, but he badly wanted to explore it, too.

"Aha!" Dean said in soft triumph, pushing the door open. It creaked a little, but nothing a few drops of oil couldn't fix. They stepped inside the dark hall, both feeling around for a light switch. Sam found it first, and with a click the lights flickered on. The hall was surprisingly wide with a dark tiled floor. The walls started with blue-grey panels and a flowery print in cream shades covered up the rest. Sam wrinkled up his nose.

"What is it with all the flower prints?" He asked quietly. His brother shrugged and carefully made it to the door on the right.

"You're in luck, Sam," he said "your favourite room doesn't seem to have much flowers."

"How would you know what my favourite room will be?" Sam scoffed. He wasn't going to get excited and risk becoming victim of Dean's jokes again. Dean sighed.

"Oh, I don't know, a study that rivals Bobby sure seems like a good giveaway," he said, walking into the place. Every piece of available wall has ceiling high bookcases against them. There was an old stone fireplace with two beige armchairs at the left side of the room, and a big desk with a view into the front yard at the right side. Dean circled around. Most of the bookcases were empty, which wouldn't last long once Bobby arrived. He walked over to the only one that had books, smiling when his brother finally joined him and let out a soft "wow". Sammy is such a Geek, Dean thought to himself. He read the titles of the few books present in the light that came from the hall. Most of them were basic encyclopedias about animals and plants that could be found in Scotland. There were a few informative books on Dufftown and the surrounding area. There was also a Gaelic to English and an English to Gaelic dictionary and a book on Celtic Myths present.

"What do you have there?" Sam asked curiously.

"Just some books, nothing interesting though," Dean frowned "I wonder who put them here…" Sam came to stand next to him, glancing over the spines of the books like Dean had done.

"Maybe Dumbledore got them for us? Or the previous owners left them," Sam suggested. Dean nodded and turned around.

"Let's see what else is there, alright?" He said over his shoulder. Sam nodded and followed Dean to the room straight across from the study. The flower prints were merciless. From the walls to the couch and chairs, it looked as if an army of grandmothers had stormed the place. Not even the rug had been spared from the mess of loud flowers. "We desperately need to find an Ikea tomorrow," Dean murmured. Sam couldn't agree more.

The sitting room was bigger than the study, but not by much. It had a big fireplace, a decent sized TV, some more bookcases, and a saloon table that thankfully hid the biggest part of the rug. The brothers didn't feel like staying long and quickly went back to the hall. They made their way to the door opposite of the front door and noticed the hall continued on the right side. A wooden staircase led up to the second floor, a closet fitted underneath it, and to the back was another door. Dean decided to go through that one first, certain it would lead to the garage. He opened the door and was met with brown tiles everywhere. The room was tiny and held a small, brown porcelain toilet and sink. Sam looked past him.

"Huh, that's useful," he said, unfazed by the hideous colour scheme. "Why's there another door?" Dean looked to his left, he hadn't even noticed the odd sliding door. He slid it open only to be met with more brown tiles and another door. There was a laundry basket to his right and a shower on the left.

"Huh, I wonder why the rooms got separated," he mused. Sam stayed quiet for once, so he opened the next door and found an utility room with two more doors. There was a big washing machine and plenty of cabinets and shelves Dean walked in, thankful for the simple white walls. Sam followed, closing the door to the shower room behind him. Dean opened the door closest to him and finally stepped into the garage.

"It's bigger than I thought it would be," Sam noted, closely following his brother. Dean nodded his agreement. There was plenty of room to work on a car, even a long car like the Chevelle. Hell, two cars like the Jetta could have easily fitted in the garage together. Right now the space was empty though. There weren't even any shelves or cabinets. "Are you going to move the car into the garage?" Sam asked. Dean shook his head.

"No, let's leave it outside as a sign for dad and Bobby," he answered, turning on his heels. They went back into the utility room and opened the other door, stepping in a very sunny kitchen. The walls were unbelievably yellow between the pine wood cabinets. The kitchen was large, the largest room so far, and a huge dining table stood at the other side of the room. There were two pairs of French doors that opened to the backyard. Dean started opening more doors, quickly finding pots and pans, plates, mugs and glasses, and everything else you'll need in a kitchen, aside from actual food.

"At least Ikea serves breakfast," Sam joked after finding the fridge empty, too. "Are we going to explore the upstairs?" He asked hopeful.

"Yeah, let's see how the rooms are divided," Dean agreed, opening the door that was directly attached to the hallway.

Dean couldn't help but walk on the side of the stairs attached to the wall, minimising the treacherous creaks of the wooden steps as much as possible. The landing was much like the hall, with a dark wooden floor that matched the staircase and it's creamy flowery wallpaper. There were five doors, two towards the front of the house, two towards the back, and one on a diagonally placed wall at the end of the landing. There was a big window at the start of the stairs that could be opened. It looked out over the low, dark slated roof of the garage and the young forest that surrounded the property on the right side and along the back. They opened the first door to reveal another brown themed bathroom. It had a counter with two big sinks, a toilet, and a bath-and-shower combo. It had a big window, like the landing had, above the toilet that offered much the same view over the garage roof. A thin, green and yellow curtain ensured some privacy.

"At least we don't have to go downstairs to shower," Dean grumbled. He hadn't been looking forward to that. He had been unfortunate enough to run into Bobby when the old man had just finished up in the bathroom and had stepped out in nothing more than a towel on the hips. The chance of that happening when the journey to the bedroom would've been longer had been worrisome. Dean shuddered, forcing the memory and the thoughts away.

"And someone can go to the toilet when someone else is showering," Sam added, recalling having to pee in the scrapyard a few times. Dean chuckled at that.

"Yeah, that too." He closed the door and they moved on to the next room. Dean's mouth fell open at the sight of the white crib. Sam squeezed past him into the small room. From what Dean recalled, the room was quite a bit smaller than what Sam's nursery had been. The walls were covered in a wallpaper with green leaves and pink flowers. There was a soft, beige carpet on the floor, and the back of the room ended in a dorm much like the ones they had seen at the front of the house.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"Why's there a baby girl's room?" He asked, the uncertainty clear in his voice. Dean suppressed a smile.

"It's called a nursery," Dean provided, gesturing to the room.

"Oh," Sam said. "Why's there a nursery here?"

"I don't know, Samantha, maybe Dumbledoors is so old that he thinks you're still a baby," Dean answered, a cheeky smile easily taking over his face.

"Jerk," Sam spit, pushing past his brother. Dean chuckled and followed Sam to the diagonal wall and door. They were met with a huge iron wrought bed standing on the same beige carpet they had seen in the nursery. Walking in, they noticed that the wall towards the nursery was covered in a massive, built-in closet, and there was a comfortable seat created in the dormer.

"I think we found the master bedroom," Dean said, examining the tiny brown birds and blue flowers on the wallpaper.

"Is this going to be Bobby's room?" Sam asked curiously, forgetting he was mad at Dean.

"Yeah, I think so." He snorted once he saw the big mirror standing in a corner. Bobby would love that, he was sure. They left the room as it was and got into the next one. Green leaves met them on the wallpaper, but this time without flowers. There was another built-in closet to their left, half the size of the one in the master bedroom, another dormer, a bookshelf that contained more toys than books, a beanbag, two single beds, and a whole lot of other toys scattered around.

"I've never seen so much toys outside of a toy store," Sam said, somewhat in awe. Dean bit his lip as he felt his heart sink a little at that.

"Well you better get used to it then, I don't think there's much place to hide them in," he replied easily, already leaving to explore the last room. The door was right next to the fence around the staircase and Dean paused for a moment to listen, but it was completely silent downstairs. He entered the room, equal in size as the previous one, and was met with a light blue wallpaper, decorated with darker blue flowers. There was a nice, queen sized bed in front of the window that looked over the garage, a desk fitted into the dormer, a built-in closet against the wall to the room he just left, and a bookshelf made with loose planks and empty, blue crates. He walked in further, noticing how the bed was placed on wheels. He kicked them off the brakes and pushed it out the way.

Looking down out of the window, he smiled. The previous user probably sneaked out via his window all the time. Dean could see the rain pipe and the containers in front of the garage, making it easy to get down, or up for that matter. He quickly realized this was the room with the weakest security detail. This would be his room. He could hear anyone coming up or down the stairs, and if someone broke in via the window, he'd be right there. He turned around to face Sam, but his brother wasn't there. Confused and a bit worried, Dean went back to the other room to find his little brother holding up a pirate costume. Suppressing a snicker, he plopped down on one of the beds.

"Seems like this is going to be your room," Dean drawled lazily. Sam hastily turned around, hiding the costume behind his back. Dean smiled weakly at his brother's antics. "I'm taking the other room, so this one's yours," he explained as if he hadn't noticed anything.

"Oh, so you don't wanna share a room?" Sam asked. He wasn't too sure how to feel about that. There were two beds in here, so why'd Dean take the other room? Sam always liked the idea of having his own space, but now that he had the chance, he wasn't so sure it that was what he wanted.

"No, between all the toys here and all the crap that magic school made me buy, I think it's best to take a room each. Besides, it's only one wall between them," Dean answered, shrugging it off easily. Sam nodded in understanding and sat down on the other bed.

"We got our own rooms!" He said, his eyes gleaming like they should on Christmas morning.

AN: Bobby Singer had a Chevrolet Chevelle Sport Coupe from 1971 in Antique Green with two big, white stripes on the hood and trunk in Dream a Little Dream of Me (S03E10). The same car, but with far more rust, has been seen in several other episodes, too.

I'm like 98% sure it said at some point in canon that Dean learned to drive when he was 10, but I might be terribly wrong…

I wonder how many of you reading this actually experienced cars where you had to roll down the windows, lol.

So the Impala is an automatic, but the VW Jetta from '85 (I went with the GT 4-door version) was only made as a manual. I hadn't realised this at first. I kind of had a reversed situation, I learned in a manual and then went to drive in an automatic, so it was a bit weird to imagine the other way round. I think getting a feel for the clutch would have been so much more tricky than forcing your left foot to not take any part.

For the automatic drivers and the non-drivers, skipping gears while shifting down is common, in fact, if you were taught in a manual and your instructor didn't teach you to do that, you better go ask for a refund as in many situations it's recommended. :P

Skipping gears while shifting up isn't very common, at least not here. Most cars can handle it just fine, but you don't wanna put it in a higher gear too soon, you want to rev it up, and there are cars that are more limited in what is comfortable for them. Feeling your car chugging because you're pushing it too hard isn't pretty (nor comfy) and overall not that good for it, too… So just drive safe and be nice for your vehicle, okay? ^^

I looked up the 50 most common street names in the UK, randomly picked 2, and looked it up to see if they existed in Dufftown. Funnily enough, they don't. No Victoria Street or Chester Road in Dufftown. I didn't feel comfortable using an actual address for this.

I actually made a map of the house and then built it in the Sims 3 so I won't mess up the layout in the future. Maybe I should upload some pictures of it somewhere…?

Ikea first appeared in the USA in 1985 and it was a grand success. There was a lot of hype before the opening, so I'm sure the Winchesters have heard of it before. Funnily enough, Ikea came 2 years later to the UK (1987).