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“You sure this guy can help us?”
“Yes, Dean. And I already told you, he’s not just a guy, he’s our uncle.”
“Well excuse me for not exactly having good experiences with the new relatives that keep popping up.”
Sam rolled his eyes, folding up his map of London. It had been a nightmare getting Dean over to England (he had been forced to endure Dean humming to Metallica for over 8 hours during the flight) and he wasn’t getting any better now that they were on the ground. Deep down, Sam knew Dean was always a nightmare because he had to leave his comfort zone. His brother was a simple man, change scared him more than all the ghosts and ghouls and demons they had to face.
So Sam had waited until they were on the on the plane before he mentioned Uncle John, their mother’s kid brother who had been sent to live in the United Kingdom to avoid the Hunter lifestyle. It was unreal, just how many family members they were finding these days, but based on the emails Sam had exchanged with their Uncle John, he seemed like trustworthy man.
Now to convince Dean of that.
“So is this guy going to pick us up or something?” Dean grumbled, shifting his bag onto his back.
Sam sighed, “Yes Dean. John said he’d meet us here, and he’d let us stay at his place for the night before we go and find Crowley’s bones.”
Dean nodded, “Good, because I’m jetlagged as hell here. Seriously, what is the damn time?”
“It’s 11 in the evening.” Said a soft voice behind them, causing both brother to whirl around, “Or 2300, if you prefer.”
John was…well, short, especially compared to the towering height of the Winchester brothers. He was also the most unassuming man they could picture. No one would ever think he came from a Hunter family.
“Go figure, we’ve got another military-John in the family.” Sam chuckled, extending his hand, “Sam Winchester, nice to meet you.”
John nodded, shaking Sam’s hand firmly, “John Watson.” He smiled, turning to Dean, “And you must be Dean.”
“That I am.” Dean smirked, shaking John’s hand, “So what’s happening in Mr. Roger’s neighborhood?” He nodded to the cream colored sweater John was wearing
At John’s confused look, Sam rolled his eyes, “Ignore my brother; he has a habit of being a smartass.”
“No, trust me, I know what it’s like to live with a smartass.” John chuckled, “Come this way, our cab is waiting.”
Sam smiled, following John to the cab that was waiting outside the terminal. John opened the door for him and Dean to get into the back seat and, after getting a good look at their cab driver, climbed in beside them.
“So where are we going?” Dean asked, watching as nighttime London passed them by.
“Well,” John started, “I thought you two could stay the night at my flat before we head up to find the grave you’re looking for. The bed in my room should be big enough for the two of you to at least get a decent night’s sleep.”
“John, we couldn’t kick you out of your own room.” Sam shook his head.
John smiled, “Well you two certainly won’t fit on the couch, and I refuse to have you sleep on the floor.” He chuckled, “I’ll probably sleep in my flatmate’s bed.”
The two brothers stopped, watching John carefully. Dean raised an eyebrow at the comment.
Realizing his mistake, John cleared his throat, trying to shake the blush on his cheeks, “My flatmate, he’ll probably be up all night working on an experiment, he won’t be sleeping…” He mumbled, “I’m not gay…”
Sam realized he was starting to see a bit of a family resemblance between John and Dean, but decided not to comment as the cab pulled up to a quiet London street.
John paid the cabbie, then proceeded to exit the vehicle, “Now, I do have one favor to ask both of you while you’re staying here.”
“You’re housing us, it’s the least we can do.” Dean shrugged, “What do you need?”
“I’d be very grateful if you refrained from trying to kill my flatmate.” John looked dead serious when he said it, “Please?”
Sam blinked, “I’m sure we’ll be fine.” After all, how bad could he be?
Bad.