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If somebody told Sam and Dean a month ago that they’d be flying to Poland to solve a case, they’d laugh in your face. They didn’t even know that this region had anything to offer when it comes to jobs, but they couldn’t be more wrong.
Eastern Europe is filled with monsters and everything supernatural, the whole region of mountains is ridden with mysteries of this sort, as hunting isn’t as popular as in the US. That’s why nobody wanted to take care of this thing. Another reason for it being left unattended was the place where the monster was- Wawel Royal Castle. The residence of kings since the Middle Ages, turned into a museum and a place of burial for the most important people in the country. Rulers, monarchs and artists lied there. It was a miracle that something started to manifest only now.
Sam stumbled upon an article stating that something was killing the guards in Wawel and nobody could explain it. Bobby asked some hunters about their connections in this country, but nobody was willing to take such a high-risk job. That only left the brothers and their angel.
The worst and the most tiring aspect of it all was the flight. Almost fourteen hours stuck on a plane and then three hours on a train, just to go there. Castiel offered to zap them to Poland, but both of the brothers refused, still remembering the unpleasantries after the last time they travelled like that.
Dean was given high doses of some kind of medicine to calm him down, and Sam packed a ton of books to entertain himself.
The first issue that they encountered was weapons; rather the inability to own them. As they found out, buying a gun in Poland was almost impossible and they’d have to go through some paperwork and smuggling anything on the flight was even harder. Castiel had some time to shine and teleport some of them, not too much, so they won’t raise any suspicion.
The angel got his ID, displaying his full name as Cas Winchester, which made him both incredibly happy and confused. He didn’t see a point in adding a last name and only agreed to it when the brothers explained to him how air travel works
The airport was a particular experience for both Dean and Cas, Sam was the one who guided them through the whole process. Even before they entered the building, the younger brother had to search Dean, in case he forgot about a knife or a pistol and was intending to go through security.
When they stood in a line before the first checkpoint, Dean became nervous.
“Do we really need to go through it all?” The older hunter whined. “Cas, can’t you just zap us to that country?”
“But you were the one who denied my offer.” The angel cocked his head. “I don’t like it either, believe me.”
“Can you two just stop?” Sam exhaled loudly. “Whose idea was it to even agree to this job?”
“We agreed to it democratically.” Dean sarcastically smiled. “All of us thought we could use a vacation.”
Both of the hunters scoffed at the same time and attended to their bags, making sure that they don’t have any liquids or sharp objects.
The first checkpoint went smoothly, but Cas got patted down by a security guard, solely because he was acting suspicious, according to the guard himself. The rest of the first part of the travel went rather smoothly and soon they arrived at the capital city, intending to catch a train in two hours.
It was almost midnight so they had no option but to sit at the railway station. Fortunately, there was a cafe there and they were able to buy themselves something to eat and drink after so many hours without eating. Sam gathered their orders and went to the counter.
"Two black coffees, a latte, a ceasar salad and a slice of apple pie, please." The hunter smiled at the older woman behind the counter.
She didn't register what he was saying and after a few seconds she asked him to repeat himself. Only after the second time she understood what he wanted to order.
"Forty złoty." She smiled back.
Sam stared back at her and started looking through his stuff.
"Can I pay with a card?" He asked.
"Yes." She turned a terminal towards him.
The register beeped and both of them nodded in agreement. Sam returned to the table with his brother and Cas.
“We forgot to exchange our dollars,” Sam sighed. “And that woman barely understood me.”
Dean smiled sarcastically but didn’t say anything about it.
While they were waiting for their order, they tried to navigate through a site, presenting them with the train timetable, but the site was in another language, Polish, they figured.
“Can I have the phone?” Cas asked after watching the brothers struggle for a few minutes.
“Sure.” Dean handed him the device. “Shoot your shot.”
The angel squinted his eyes and eyed the displaying words.
“The train leaves at 1:35 a.m from platform 5,” Cas said. “I understand every language.”
“Then why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Sam scoffed.
“I thought you were going to figure it out.”
“Dude, the only thing I know about this place is that they have good vodka and a lot of things to hunt.” Dean grabbed the phone back. “At least we have a translator.”
At this time the woman from behind a counter walked up to them with their food and smiled politely at them.
“Smacznego,” she said and walked away.
“This language is so weird.” Dean quietly laughed. “I feel like she insulted us.”
“I feel like this isn’t going to be so easy.” Sam massaged his forehead.