A Good Kind of Different [Destiel]

Chapter 4

I walked out only to find my bike had been stolen. Great. Just what I needed.

Time to start walking.

Whitechapel... That's like... eleven or twelve blocks.

I gimped along the sidewalk as the sun beat down on me. My leg hurt, I had a headache... This was going to take some patience.

I dragged my leg behind me as an old and reflective, black car pulled up beside me.

It was Dean.