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Dean and HRM the Queen
Dec. 18th, 2016 06:46 pmDid you hear the one about Dean Winchester owning a VW campervan? And that time the Queen of England was touring the US of A in her vintage VW Beetle and broke down in a gas station in Arizona? No? Funny, I thought it would have been all over the news at the time...
It was Sam who noticed her first; though really, she was a bit hard to miss. The love bug was bright orange, and had a giant sky blue flower painted on the trunk, and Her Maj was wearing a trouser suit straight out of 1967, also orange. And very flowery. And, as Sam was quick to point out, not really the kind of things you wear when you’re presumably travelling incognito.
Dean was inside the minimart paying for gas and snacks and by the time he returned to their campervan, Sam had already volunteered Dean as Royal mechanic for the duration of Queen Liz’s road trip.
Sadly, after that lovely moment – Dean’s face was a picture, believe me – the dream morphed into a strange holiday in Stansted Airport for the hubby and I, with bus trips, missing bags, and ridiculously lax security, so I never found out how Her Majesty got on with the Winchesters on the back roads of America.
Dreams, huh? Weird.
It was Sam who noticed her first; though really, she was a bit hard to miss. The love bug was bright orange, and had a giant sky blue flower painted on the trunk, and Her Maj was wearing a trouser suit straight out of 1967, also orange. And very flowery. And, as Sam was quick to point out, not really the kind of things you wear when you’re presumably travelling incognito.
Dean was inside the minimart paying for gas and snacks and by the time he returned to their campervan, Sam had already volunteered Dean as Royal mechanic for the duration of Queen Liz’s road trip.
Sadly, after that lovely moment – Dean’s face was a picture, believe me – the dream morphed into a strange holiday in Stansted Airport for the hubby and I, with bus trips, missing bags, and ridiculously lax security, so I never found out how Her Majesty got on with the Winchesters on the back roads of America.
Dreams, huh? Weird.
