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Finally, they made it through customs in Vienna. Sam was heartily sick of Dean's griping about the aircraft, turbulance, food and crowding in the airport. He wished again that Cas still had his wings. It would have made this so much simpler.

Sam used his height to their advantage to find a quick route to the terminal exit. Suddenly, he realized he'd lost his brother. Turning around, he saw Dean had stopped and was staring at someone in the crowd. "Dean! Come on. Let's get out of here."

Dean motioned him over. Sam sighed and walked to his brother. "What?"

"Sam! Look over there."

Sam looked where Dean was pointing and saw a tall, older man. Well, tall by most people's standards. Sam estimated he and the other man were close to the same height. "Yeah. So what? It's a guy. Doesn't look like a monster, although I guess I could walk over and test him if you think it's needed."

Dean shook his head. "No, man. That's..David Hasselhoff!"

Sam looked again. "Okay, yeah. It probably is. He's famous in Austria or something. Now can we get out of here?"

"Dude! That's DAVID HASSELHOFF."

"Got it the first time, Dean." In fact, watching the man, who was standing in line at the first class ticket counter, was bringing up uncomfortable memories of Gabriel having turned him into the Impala!KITT.

"Think he'd take a selfie with me?"

Sam took a moment to get his head around the fact of his brother asking for a selfie. "Uh. I don't know. He's a celebrity. Wouldn't you think he'd get tired of being asked that?"

Dean shook his head. "I don't care. I'm gonna ask. Be back in a minute."

Sam sighed and followed his brother across the concourse. Hopefully this wouldn't take too long. He wanted to find a motel and sleep off the jet lag before they started on the case that had brought them here.

"Excuse me, sir," Dean was saying.

The Hoff turned around, and his eyes widened. "Wait. Are you Dean Winchester?"

Sam blinked. Dean's mouth just managed to stay closed. "Uh, yeah," Dean said. "How did you know?"

The Hoff dug his phone out of his pocket. "You helped a friend of mine, Tara Benchley, some years back. He handed over the phone. Sam glanced at it over Dean's shoulder. As soon as he saw the picture, he recognized the girl. That ghost on the set case. She had an arm around Dean's waist. Huh. He'd forgotten taking that picture.

"Tara still talks about you and how great you..." He seemed to finally notice Sam. "...and your brother were. Could I get a selfie with you?"

Dean grinned hugely, pulled out his phone and stood next to The Hoff. Selfies were taken. Meaningless chit chat happened. Finally, they parted as the Hoff said they were going to call his flight soon.

Sam swore Dean's feet never touched the ground as they left the airport. Well, the flight home should be better. If Dean started to complain, he'd just remind him to look at the Hoff selfie. That should distract him.