To say that Dean wasn't a good flying was the understatement of the century. The idea of a half hour plane ride made him break out in a sweat, so it would take something major, apocalyptic type stuff to get him on one for 10 hours. That or one of his best friends would have to come back from the dead.
Dean hadn't even bothered trying to sleep on the plane, though that was what is brother always suggested. No, he had to stay awake and vigilant, as if him not concentration would cause the plane to crash. He knew it was stupid but it got him through this.
So he was on no sleep and little food in a country full of tiny cars and funky sounding people because some chick told him Castiel was not only back from the dead....again...but was also human enough to get possessed. His stress level was a little high at the moment.
"This better be the fucking place," he muttered under his breathe as he stalked towards the door. "Really not in the mood to wander around London knocking on random people's door." He paused for a moment, trying to figure out what if he was going to do if Cas really was in there, before pounding on the door.
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Dean hadn't even bothered trying to sleep on the plane, though that was what is brother always suggested. No, he had to stay awake and vigilant, as if him not concentration would cause the plane to crash. He knew it was stupid but it got him through this.
So he was on no sleep and little food in a country full of tiny cars and funky sounding people because some chick told him Castiel was not only back from the dead....again...but was also human enough to get possessed. His stress level was a little high at the moment.
"This better be the fucking place," he muttered under his breathe as he stalked towards the door. "Really not in the mood to wander around London knocking on random people's door." He paused for a moment, trying to figure out what if he was going to do if Cas really was in there, before pounding on the door.