Don't look outside, there's robot cars
I told Meg I'd do this, and as I have to leave to write an exam shortly after having got maybe six hours of sleep, I am in the prime condition to make good on really stupid things I promised to do.
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"Are you trying to tell me there's nothing weird about this situation, Dean?"
"I didn't say that. I'm just sayin', maybe we should be looking elsewhere for an explanation about what the hell just happened. Not at some weird ass school or whatever the hell this place is."
"We were in Bruler, Wisconsin, Dean. Buying motor oil. Now we seem to be somewhere in Japan --"
"Without my car," Dean interjected rather mournfully.
"Which is the least of our concerns. We came from Wisconsin to this school. A logical investigating process would entail investigating the place where we appeared as the first suspect in the cause of whatever just happened."
"And what exactly is that whatever? You found anything about it in Dad's diary?"
"He's got some stuff written down about how in the old days people would be out in the country and just disappear from their friends in plain sight. Never be found again. They'd blame it on fairies --"
"Fairies," said Dean in disbelief, looking around the glossy room they had wandered in to, ignored by the students milling around them as though roughly dressed Americans appeared in their halls on a regular basis.
"-- but Dad never really encountered this kind of thing and always put it down to some kind of geographic anomaly. Not our kind of thing, anyway. Modern theoretical physicists --"
Dean groaned. "You're killin' me here, geek boy!"
Sam glared. "Modern theoretical physicists have postulated on the existence of wormholes in the space-time continuum, but I don't think they've ever investigated the existence of these things outside of theories and maybe some lab experiments."
The look Dean gave him needed no words.
"My roommate when I was a sophomore was a physics undergrad," Sam said in an attempt to explain himself.
"You sound like an episode of Star Trek," Dean countered.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Whatever. You aren't going to be able to fight the space time continuum or fairies with a tyre iron, Dean. So let's just get to work, huh?"
Dean nodded agreement, reluctantly, but before the two brothers could get to work, a student walked into the room and stared directly at them. They froze, but the student just looked at them, beamed widely, and sketched an extravagant bow in their direction that ended in a flourish.
The Winchesters gaped.
"O-kay," said Dean slowly as the student righted himself and flicked a strand of blond hair back with long fingers, "now that is freaky."
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