|John Winchester (aka_elroy) wrote in utr_logs,|
@ 2008-07-04 10:43:00
|Entry tags:||dean winchester, sam winchester|
Who: John Winchester and the prodigal sons.
What: Being a tourist
When: Ten hundred hours
Where: Tower of London
Warnings: Its the Winchesters, they might cuss, they might kill something.
After Samantha had left John wasn't feeling like sleep. The fact was he hadn't slept that much since he'd been here. The first night he'd been back he had slept well, the feel of a mattress was almost too good to be true. For the last week or so he hadn't spent more then three hours with his eyes closed though. He'd checked out the portkeys after Bobby had left, done some research on the things. There weren't any known fatalities related to people using 'em. Bobby and the boys used them, so he figured he could give it a shot.
He didn't have much time to make his meeting in London with the boys once Samantha left. He finished off a beer and left his place, finding the portkey on the outskirts of Vegas. Stepping through it he held his breath but it didn't even feel like anything. Turning around he narrowed his eyes, working hard to make his mind accept it was in London now.
"Well I'll be damned." Making his way to the Tower he looked over the river, the skyline of the old city surrounding him. There was plenty of time until ten hundred, the boys had gotten his message before he'd left. Stepping up to the gate for the Tower he bought a ticket, walking inside with a brochure and a map of the place. Alive and in London, what were the odds of that?