Their day of searching went relatively eventless. Sam found some other mentioning's of angelic interventions that could describe Aziraphale but every other angel as well. Humans were never an accurate source. Dean meanwhile searched the internet. He found some articles about some celebrities with similar show names or some other random stuff, but nothing linked to the angel.

He nearly gave up on his search as he stumbled over an old Facebook profile. Scrunching his eyebrows together he clicked on it. It was of some boy. Last active... oh 6 years ago. Whatever the search algorithm found on this page couldn't be relevant anymore. Nevertheless he scrolled through some of the pictures. Everything looked pretty normal. Pictures of nature, a dog, friends... wait... He scrolled back. Something in the descriptions catches his eye. Under a photo of the kids and an middle aged woman stood: „Environment & Esoteric lessons with the greatest witch of England!" Looking a bit closer he could see a pendulum in the woman's hand and was that a horseshoe over the door of the cottage? It didn't have to mean she was a real witch, maybe just some esoteric obsessed chick, but maybe he got a lead after all. Whistling appreciatively, he looked at one of the next pictures. It was a pic of an old Bentley in perfect condition. No matter how much he zoomed in he couldn't find a scratch or spot where the paint was unprofessionally repainted. He would give a lot to see this beauty live, but what piqued his interest even more were the subtitles. „A Devil drives a classic."

This boy really seemed to like the supernatural. Scrolling further he found another strange one. A bookshop with the footnote „Visiting my guardian angel. Don't buy his books or face his wrath XD"

Reading the sign above the store, his eyebrows flew up. „SAMMM!!!", he hollered through the bunker. „You must take a look at this.

This couldn't be a coincidence. The sign read „A. Z. Fell Antique Bookstore" The name sounded quite a lot like Aziraphale. If the owner really had been the angel, then he wasn't very creative with cover names.

Sighting his brother trotted into the room. „What? Did you find something?"

Nodding he pushed the computer to the younger hunter. „Either this is a weird bookshop or it's run by our angel. This boy may know something."

Looking at the pictures a second time dean saw one he didn't look at earlier. „Hey Sammy! This has a weird caption as well. 'Eating ice cream with the angel & devil on my shoulder after saving the world!'"

It was a group photo of the kids eating ice, but there were two men in the background seemingly talking to each other not noticing the picture being taken. The angle it was taken in let it look like they were hovering over the boys shoulders. Strange was that they even looked the part. The one on the left side wore all black and had red hair and the other one was in all beige with blond curly hair. If the boy was constant with his ‚nicknames', than the Bentley belonged to the red haired guy and the bookshop to the blonde. If that was the case than blondie might be Aziraphale.

Explaining his thoughts to Sam, he nods. „This sounds logical. But these photos were taken years ago. And there is also the question why an angel and a demon should interact. There are many open questions. What if I...." he took hold of the PC and tipped away on it, „ Give me a minute... There!"

Triumphant Sam showed Dean a google maps photo of the bookshop with it's address and phone number. There were no opening hours or anything else. The second page he had opened showed the village of Tadfield on maps. „We could try calling the shop. Maybe we are lucky. But better we visit it and this village."

Shaking his head the older complaint: „Why do we have to fly to England? There is no proof that this is the angel we are searching for. And why this village?"

„It's our best lead", Sam shrugged, „And most of the pictures of the kids were taken in Tadfield. Even this so-called witch lives there. If this is the angel then we have our best chances finding something about him there."

Grumbling Dean had to agree. It was their best way of action. So they had to fly to Great Britain... Great.