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"Cas, get your feathery ass down here, got a job for you…"
Following Dean's voice, Cas made his way through the bunker from the library down to the garage from whence the voice came.
"Cas, no, please don't, there's no job …" Sam's plaintive voice followed Dean's strident tones.
Castiel walked into the garage, to see both brothers standing next to the Impala. Dean had a suspiciously over-stuffed duffel at his feet.
"Okay, Cas. It's MeAzrael's birthday soon…" Dean began.
"And that sentence alone should convince you that whatever he says is a really bad idea," Sam added.
Castiel's head swivelled between the two men in confusion.
"Ignore him," Dean muttered. "It's MeAzrael's birthday and we've decided to go to Germany and invite her on a hunt."
"There's no 'we' here, Dean," Sam snorted; "I think it's a stupid idea."
"Your problem Sam," Dean sighed, "is that you lack imagination."
"And how did your imagination come up with the ridiculous idea of putting MeAzrael in danger for her birthday?"
"It's an adventure, Sam. Not danger. Who wouldn't love an adventure for their birthday?"
Sam kneaded his forehead, letting out an exasperated sigh.
"Anyway, it's only a rogue Nixie," Dean snorted; "hanging around some lake in southern Germany and offing a few local fishermen. It's hardly a nest of Vampires!"
"So, this hunt is going to take place in Germany?" Castiel mused aloud.
"Yup," Dean nodded.
"How do you propose to get yourselves and the Impala to Germany?" Castiel asked.
He stared at the Winchesters…
They stared at him….
And the penny dropped...
"Oh!"
"That's where you come in, "Dean grinned, clapping his angelic friend on the back; "you can transport us and the Impala there."
"Dean, I don't know …" Castiel replied hesitantly; "I've never transported a vehicle before."
"I trust you," Dean enthused, glancing across to Sam for affirmation and receiving none. Sam glanced down to the Impala and could have sworn that her headlamps looked slightly glazed with panic.
"Okay, let's go!" Dean climbed into the Impala's driver side and gestured for Sam to join him.
Sam looked to Castiel and then sighed the sigh of the utterly defeated. He reluctantly stepped into the Impala's passenger side.
"Okay, Cas," Dean leaned out of the Impala's driver's window and handed Castiel a sheet of paper with a map printed on it; "so put us down near this lake, somewhere fairly secluded."
Castiel glanced at the paper and nodded; "oh and make us look like we blend in," Dean added.
"Blend in?" Castiel asked.
"You'll figure it out!" Dean grinned. "I just don't wanna rock up in a foreign country wearing four-year-old flannels that smell like the last wendigo we killed. I want us to look like respectable German dudes for our girl's birthday!"
Castiel hesitated for a moment, musing on his assignment, then clicked his fingers.
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A BLINDING FLASH OF LIGHT LATER…
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"Holy crap Dean, what's happened?" Sam grunted; "has the Impala shrunk? My knees are in my armpits."
"I don't know," snorted Dean, "all I know is that freaking angel has put us in goddamn lederhosen. I'm in freaking lederhosen … AGAIN! How the hell does that make us 'blend in?"
There followed a protracted period of grunting, cursing and huffing as both brothers contorted limbs in every direction and gyrated furiously in an attempt to remove themselves from the Impala's suddenly pint-sized interior.
Finally staggering out of the car, they scanned their forested surroundings before turning in unison to face the Impala.
"SONOFABITCH!"
Parked in front of them was a black, chrome trimmed '67 VW Beetle.
"Dean," Sam muttered; "I don't think you'll fit MeAzrael in the back of that thing. You might have to take her hunting on a bike."
He was met with silence in return…
Sam sighed and looked up to heaven.
"Cas, please can you bring us home? We look like we're dressed up for Oktoberfest, and MeAzrael's going to think we're a pair of complete numbnuts, the car's turned into a pregnant roller skate… oh, yeah, and Dean's fainted."
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