Night 49 - Homeworld - The TARDIS
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Dean was prepared for about anything but the big fat raindrop that aimed itself right for his eye.
Wiping it away with his fingers, he threw his foot forward before he staggered from getting beamed outside, straightened -
And got a good look around.
Not only was it raining, but this didn't look even remotely close to Landels Institute and the surrounding forest. It took him another second to pinpoint what else was different, glancing around and blinking rain from his eyes. Wasn't just the lack of trees. Or the fact that the door? Was friggen inconsistent. Wasn't just that. The cars. Something was up with the cars, he couldn't place it but - oh. They weren't parked on the right side of the road.
Either everyone decided to be different all at once or they were on the wrong side of the Atlantic.
"Is this where I think it is?" Dean asked, looking around with a sinking feeling. It was bad enough getting teleported around the Institute and Doyleton without any rhyme or reason but at least in theory you could get back, even if it meant hoofing it past whatever was left of the zombies and up a mountain road. Normally he'd be more than happy to take getting shanghaied to another country. Getting back would be a pain, sure, but they could work with it. Doing it without Sam? Out of the question. No way was he leaving the kid back in Landels. He didn't immediately register the splash of blue across the street, turning to try the door behind them. The doorknob jiggled. Locked.
Wasn't like he could phone home to Sam anyway. Great. Man, Dean had to figure out a way to get them stateside - although with the Doctor's accent, this was probably more his style - on a shoestring budget and it probably wasn't gonna be much use here. Well, shit. And shit again. Despite all the stuff Dad taught Sam and him, he had to say that this wasn't something he'd covered in depth back when they'd been growing up. Dean scratched his head, at a loss as he turned on the spot, working out how to fix this as the two of them got soaked.
Where was everyone anyway? Aside from the cars, he didn't see anyone on the sidewalks. England or not, he'd figured that there'd be someone outside. Figuring better safe than sorry, Dean sheathed the bowie knife and drew his jacket over it to hide its profile, all casual-like. Start with the basics. Act like he had every right to be here and there'd be a lot less questions asked if he did run into a civilian here.
Dean was prepared for about anything but the big fat raindrop that aimed itself right for his eye.
Wiping it away with his fingers, he threw his foot forward before he staggered from getting beamed outside, straightened -
And got a good look around.
Not only was it raining, but this didn't look even remotely close to Landels Institute and the surrounding forest. It took him another second to pinpoint what else was different, glancing around and blinking rain from his eyes. Wasn't just the lack of trees. Or the fact that the door? Was friggen inconsistent. Wasn't just that. The cars. Something was up with the cars, he couldn't place it but - oh. They weren't parked on the right side of the road.
Either everyone decided to be different all at once or they were on the wrong side of the Atlantic.
"Is this where I think it is?" Dean asked, looking around with a sinking feeling. It was bad enough getting teleported around the Institute and Doyleton without any rhyme or reason but at least in theory you could get back, even if it meant hoofing it past whatever was left of the zombies and up a mountain road. Normally he'd be more than happy to take getting shanghaied to another country. Getting back would be a pain, sure, but they could work with it. Doing it without Sam? Out of the question. No way was he leaving the kid back in Landels. He didn't immediately register the splash of blue across the street, turning to try the door behind them. The doorknob jiggled. Locked.
Wasn't like he could phone home to Sam anyway. Great. Man, Dean had to figure out a way to get them stateside - although with the Doctor's accent, this was probably more his style - on a shoestring budget and it probably wasn't gonna be much use here. Well, shit. And shit again. Despite all the stuff Dad taught Sam and him, he had to say that this wasn't something he'd covered in depth back when they'd been growing up. Dean scratched his head, at a loss as he turned on the spot, working out how to fix this as the two of them got soaked.
Where was everyone anyway? Aside from the cars, he didn't see anyone on the sidewalks. England or not, he'd figured that there'd be someone outside. Figuring better safe than sorry, Dean sheathed the bowie knife and drew his jacket over it to hide its profile, all casual-like. Start with the basics. Act like he had every right to be here and there'd be a lot less questions asked if he did run into a civilian here.