'Come on Sammy, we need to do this, it will be fun' Dean started, trying to convince him, 'We've been dealing with so much shit lately, I mean, we stopped the apocalypse for Gods sake, and it didn't even matter. There's been Abaddon, and you know, with Kevin, well...you know..' he trailed off and looked at the floor, man, bringing up Kevin was a bad idea. Way to go, Dean thought, this is sure to get Sammy to want to go on a vacation.

'What so were just going to leave everything, and go to, what? Disneyland?' Sam asked sarcastically. He was sick of Dean trying to cheer him up, he just felt angry with himself, but more angry at Dean, how could he let him be possessed by an angel?

'Well, I was thinking more London but-' Sam cut him off, 'And how would we get there anyways? You're terrified of planes and its not exactly like we've got money to spare.'

Dean stood up, his shadow was large in the dimly lit room, ever since Abaddon had found their 'hideout', they'd had to stay in dingy motels and Cas had gone of muttering about Metatron, they hadn't seen him in days.

'Look, I think it would do us both some good to get away, only for a few weeks, we've never had a vacation, Sammy, not once.' Dean looked at him with puppy dog eyes. It was true though, the Winchester brothers had never had a vacation, not with their and their Father's line of work. It had always been about the job, hunting things, saving people, the family business. That was the motto anyway.

Dean watched as Sam considered it, it wouldn't do an harm, Sam thought, and we have never been to London.

'Fine saying we do go-' Sam started, Dean's face lit up like an excited child, 'say we do go, what would we even do?'

'Sammy, it's London, what wouldn't we do?' Dean scorned, as if it was obvious.

Sam sighed and looked around, 'Fine' he said finally. Dean smirked triumphantly. They were going to London.

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'Bored' said Sherlock, as he sunk into his armchair crossing his legs dramatically. John looked up from his newspaper and sighed.

'You're always bored Sherlock' he muttered as he flicked the page, though Sherlock had already leapt up, and was now pacing back and forth across the room.

'We need a case! A good one, all the other ones have been so dull!' Sherlock continued pacing, John just rolled his eyes. Sherlock got like this the second he finished a case, there was no point even pointing out that there were other cases waiting, he only wanted interesting cases, hard ones. Though, with Sherlock Holmes, not many cases were hard.

'What's Moriarty doing?' Sherlock mumbled, 'he appeared on every television screen in the world, and now he's disappeared of the face of the Earth, what's he trying to do?'

Sherlock sat down again and rested his palms together on his chin, his green eyes squinting in concentration.

'What do you expect?' John asked, 'He's Moriarty, nothing he does makes sense.'

Mrs. Hudson appeared from the staircase, 'Hello John, didn't know you were here, how's Mary?'

John looked up, 'Oh, she good thanks, the baby wasn't born too long ago, so-'

'You should be with her! Helping to look after the little one, instead of sitting here reading the papers. Or, bring the baby here.' Mrs. Hudson said, 'I haven't held a baby in years.' She sounded reminiscent.

'Mary said I should go out and do something with Sherlock, apparently I've been worrying about the baby too much' John said almost mockingly. He didn't think he had ever seen anything more beautiful than his first child, and it was only natural to want to watch over them.

John and Mrs. Hudson talked on, but Sherlock couldn't focus on that, he wanted, no – needed – to know what Moriarty was doing, and then, the telephone rang.