No More Alien Hunt? // Dean

England. What a strange country. Absolutely nothing like anything Dean was used to. Although, in all honesty, this wasn't saying much since the only places that he'd been was around the States; needless to say, the move over here had been quite a culture-shock for the elder Winchester brother. Everything was different here, starting with the way that they drove on the wrong side of the road, and finishing with how they had their beer (warm! They had it warm! This baffled Dean immensely). Plus when he would eventually got sick of Sam yapping on about how he should stop and ask for directions every time they got lost, he received those 'oh-you're-a-tourist' smiles that locals all around the globe were so well practised at around newcomers. Like hell he was a tourist. Well, yeah, maybe in a way he was. But he still didn't like being thought of as one.

Having discovered some motel where the prices weren't too expensive and the beds were (surprisingly) comfy, the brothers had made it their homes for the next week. Seeing how shattered Dean's nerves were upon landing at Heathrow airport, a week rest before they went in search of their next job sounded like absolute bliss. The man absolutely hated flying; why would you want to travel in a tin box that could crash at 50 gajillion feet in the air at any time?! And stowed away in the cargo hold, of all places, where every jolt felt that much bigger, every bit of turbulence feeling like it was surely the end and the plane was about to take a nosedive into a field in the middle of nowhere.

It had been the most scary ten hours that Dean had ever had to endure. Give him a murderous demon any old day, hell, give him six. He would have gladly taken on them with less fear than he'd felt during the flight; even terrifying monsters that wanted to kill you were preferable to flying. Sitting in the passenger's seat of the Impala wearing three sweaters and a ski-jacket, Dean had hummed album after album of Metallica in an effort to calm himself. Sam, to his credit, somehow managed to sit through an entire three records before he requested (with a kind-but-firm tone of voice that suggested he was trying his very hardest not to throttle his brother right now) that Dean hum something else. Onto Led Zepplin he had gone. Needless to say, Dean had never been happier in his life to arrive in some foreign country which he knew nothing about. It was land, it was safe, and it was a fresh start. As far away as possible from Victor Henriksen and the blasted FBI.

Having slept like a log for the entire next day after their landing, Dean had spent the better part of the morning getting himself acquainted with various parts of London. Notably those where he could hustle at pool whenever cash got short, or where he could pull off his next credit card scam when the need arose. Now, having had lunch with Sam and left him at some library to do research, Dean was cruising the streets of London in the Impala, still attempting to get used to the fact that from now on he would have to drive on the left side, not the right. He'd turn down a street, end up on the wrong side, get beeped incessantly at until he swerved back into the right lane, then repeat it all over again down a different road. It really was a wonder that he hadn't been the cause of an accident yet.

Maybe he needed to quit while he was ahead, at least for the time being. Any time soon his luck might run out and being the cause of a giant car crash was the last thing Dean wanted right now. Driving by a park, the male decided that a walk would hit the spot right about now. Swerving into a park and receiving some annoyed beeps, Dean got out and looked about. He'd need to take Sam here; he'd probably like it. Locking his darling Impala up, he shoved his hands into his pockets and sauntered off through the park.

Something flopped onto Cade's face so suddenly the man nearly shot up in the air like a bullet.
Recovering from his sudden shock and fighting off disorientation, Cade looked up and laughed at the sight.
Sato and Kato, his and Michelle's twin doggies of unsure (at least to him particularly) species (or was it breed?) stood above him and one's tongue had a small drool drop at the tip. And it that wasn't it then most likely a huge leaf from the tree that still had them red had dived down right onto his face.
And also he somehow had fallen asleep. "Great. Now you two tell me what on earth was that. Why you never wake me up? I specified to wake me up every time I fall asleep during day. What a guard dogs you are? Be glad I didn't faint." Cade muttered at the two mischiefs who just stared back with sparkling eyes and eager to play catch.
With a sigh he slowly and stiffly got himself on his almost asleep legs and stretched out. Luckily park wasn't that packed to embarrass himself as his various body parts cracked and popped.


(ooc: the doggies are smth like this guy)

It was tranquil moments like these, when he was out amongst the "normals" that made Dean think about what kind of life he and Sam could have had if only their mother hadn't been killed and their father hadn't turned to a life of demon-hunting in revenge. Sam's life probably wouldn't have been all that different. He still would have gone to college, would have become the big-shot lawyer he'd always wanted to. And Dean...well, he wasn't even sure what he'd be doing with himself if he wasn't demon-hunting. Barman, maybe? No, he'd drink all the stock and that would get boring quickly. Maybe he would have become a mechanic - he'd always been good with cars.

But how close would he and Sammy have been if that happened? The brothers both knew that the only reason that they were as close as they were now was only because they fought fugly sons-o'-bitches to keep humans safe. If they weren't doing that... Dean shook his head, not wanting to think about the alternative. By this point in their travels, Dean couldn't bear the thought of Sam and him being distant like they once had been. Especially since now that John was gone, they had no one but each other.

The Hunter was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts by a loud bark in front of him. Looking down, he smiled at the fluffy dog with big ears and incredibly blue eyes. "Hi," he greeted it, crouching down and reaching out to pat the canine and ruffle the fur on his head. It stuck its tongue out at Dean's attention and sat down, tail whacking the green grass in happiness. "Hello Blue Eyes. And who's are you?" he asked, patting the handsome dog some more. It just stared at him for a moment before promptly falling onto its back to have its belly rubbed. Dean chuckled before obliging the creature. In this moment he felt strangely normal. Like he was just another random civilian, not a demon-hunter. It was a nice feeling, that.

"Sato! Boy, stop bothering others! Kato! Return!"Cade called out to his now separated four legged mischiefs."I'm sorry, man, they are pure trouble."the ex-hunter apologized to the young man who was being put under Sato's spell. The dog was rather active and just like other one just knew how to find potential belly rub. They obviously had some radar for such things because if they thought person was bad they rarely refrained from showing it.

But still Cade enjoyed it. After years of alien hunting he often caught himself observing people and pondering who might be alien actually.
Now he knew those most normal was to be watched the most.
But this one kinda seemed okay. At least ex-hunter could trust the dogs.

He felt Kato bumping his leg so gave her the belly rub. Kato was the girl and had same eyes as Sato, who was the boy. Mich had said they were husky mixes, twins and best friends from birth.
Only one who knew them by heart could tell the difference at glance, others just needed to tell boy and girl apart.



★★★NOTES:It's okay, I don't mind. It fit in the plotline.★★★