"Everything Ok?"

"Fine" She lied, not wanting to discuss Azraels latest appearance.

"So I have a possible lead. There's a professor at Oxford whose heading up a research project on a whole bunch of symbols, including yours. Figured you and Cas could go talk to him, see what he knows. " Sam spoke, gesturing to the site he was looking at on the laptop.

"Why me and Cas?" She questioned, wondering how he'd convinced Dean of the pairing.

"Dean and I have a job a couple states over that we need to take care of, so we figured we'd send you two across the pond to look into this, whilst we take care of business"

"What pond are you referring to?" Cas asked.

"It's a colloquialism used to describe The Atlantic" She replied.

"I see."

"A colloquialism?" Sam asked.

"Best to be specific when explaining these things to him" She smiled, looking over her shoulder at him.

"I'm not an angel anymore, how are we going to get there?" Cas asked.

"Don't worry, I've got it covered" She smiled.

"We're heading out now, meet back here in three days, OK?"

"Three days? It'll take us half of that to fly there and back!" She protested.

Dean headed out of his room, bag in hand.

"Sam told you the plan?"

"Yeah. Guess I'll see you in three days" She replied.

"Be careful, Ok?" He spoke.

"I'll be fine."

"First sign of trouble, you get your ass on a flight back here, you understand?"

"Got it, now go, we'll be fine"

He hugged her briefly, before heading out of the bunker with Sam.

"I suppose we should go to the airport now" He spoke, standing up.

"I'm not spending nine hours on a flight Cas. Allow me to introduce you to the best thing from the future" She smiled.

She took his hand and recited words in a language unfamiliar to him. He was forced to close his eyes as everything around him became blurred by an overly bright light, and a sense of falling took over his entire body making him nauseous.

In a few seconds, it was all over.

"What just happened?" He asked, still feeling a little unsteady.

"Welcome to Oxford" She smiled, turning them around to look at the vast collection of beautiful buildings that made up the main campus.

"But how did we…?"

"Demon trick, it's about the only useful thing I ever got out of one. Most of the time they're frustratingly silent on such things"

"Then why not use it to go home?"

"I can't. It only works to cover large distances in the same time. It also puts your body through great physical strain, I only use it when absolutely necessary. Now come on, we have some digging to do"

"It's late here, surely no one will be around?"

"Exactly. We're going to break in and check the Professors research . Then we'll talk to him tomorrow. Any differences in the story and we know he's up to something"

"This is not your first time breaking and entering, is it?"

"No. I learned from the best though"

They headed down the grassy bank toward the college. There was a sign detailing each of the individual schools within the University. She located the one that the Professor worked in, and headed toward it.

They were not alone. A short, balding man in his late forties wearing a security guard uniform approached them from across the way.

"'S'cuse me Miss, what are you doing out here?" He spoke in a broad London accent.

Shit. Think, think.

"Looking for the SU Bar, you couldn't direct me could you?" She smiled, hoping that playing dumb would work.

"That's on the other side of Campus- take that path over there and keep going straight, it'll take you right there"

"Thank you" She smiled. She stood still a few minutes until he was a fair distance away.

"What is an SU Bar?" Cas asked when they were out of earshot.

"A horrible place you never want to go to. Popular with British students."

They hid behind the nearest building, waiting for the security guard to leave completely. When he did, they continued on their original course toward the school. She instinctively headed for the back exit, taking her trusty lock pick out of her pocket and putting it to use.

"You are your fathers daughter" Cas commented, watching how she undid the lock with ease, just like Dean would.

They headed inside. Fortunately the building was well signposted, even in the dark, and they found the professors office quickly. Once again she picked the lock before they headed as quietly as they could inside.

"What exactly are we looking for?"

"I'm not sure, anything from that research project of his I suppose. I'll start here, you check his desk"

Twenty minutes later, and she was in, to the professors laptop. Seemed he was a very modern researcher and had kept everything electronic. Either that or he was incredibly paranoid of people breaking in to his office and finding paper copies of his research.

"There are at least a hundred files here, no time to read now. " She muttered, transferring them to her pen drive and deleting all trace of having done so. "Lets go"

As quickly and quietly as they had entered, they left. They headed back up the path, toward the grassy bank where they'd landed.

"What now?"

"I guess we have to wait for morning. Let's go find somewhere to stay, and come back tomorrow"

A twenty minute cab ride later and they arrived at a country bed and breakfast. Fortunately she had some British Sterling on her from when Dean had sent her back. She paid the driver and they headed inside.

"Awfully late for a check in" The gruff woman behind the small reception desk spoke.

"Sorry, just got so caught up in seeing the sights" She smiled, again playing the dumb card and hoping it would work.

"Tourists at this time of year? Bit bloody weird if you ask me"

"Its his fault, bloody American. I told him it'd be freezing but he just insisted, didn't you?" She smiled, praying that Cas would play along,

"Yes, I was rather insistent" He replied, taking her hand.

"Got one room left, seventy five for the night"

"Done" She smiled, placing her Amex card on the desk. It had been designed by a friend of the family specifically to work in the past, when Dean had decided that was the best place for her. He didn't want her to worry about money when she would be struggling to adjust to a new time.

"Here you are" She spoke, practically throwing the key at her. "Up the stairs, third door on your right"

"Thanks"

As they headed upstairs, she was acutely aware that he was still holding her hand, and that she had no intention of letting go. She placed the key in the lock, and opened the door. The room was less dingy than she'd expected, clean almost. There was even a view. She was too tired to take it in though, and promptly laid down on the bed, still holding his hand, forcing him to lie with her.

As they lay there, she thought of a million different things she might say to him. But none of them seemed right, or necessary. Cas drew himself closer to her. For a second, he debated stroking her hair again. Instead, he found himself placing an arm around her. He was cautious in doing so, relaxing only when he realised she wasn't protesting.

He'd only known her for a few days, but something about her entranced him. She made him feel like he could do this, being human. He could adjust to being mortal, understanding feelings and emotions. She understood instinctively how he felt, and only ever tried to make him feel better. Her speech about how she wanted him to focus on finding himself, his humanity…. totally selfless. As inexperienced as he was in matters of the heart, he knew that it must be difficult for her to be around him, he must be a stranger to her in this timeline. They had met sometime after the fall when he'd made the adjustment. Now she had to deal with the aftermath of his fall from Heaven, and being stuck in a time so far from her own.

He could only ever hope to be as strong as she was.