A/N: This does end rather abruptly, but it really is a massive work in progress. Expect changes to be made to this chapter and any others I post until this thing is finished. It's based off a friend's idea from another website. And yes, this friend does know I'm writing this. But anyway… It's based off a roleplay she's creating. SuperWhoLock's Clues: Supernatural, Doctor Who, Sherlock, and Blue's Clues. Oh yeah. Read and Review, please. Yours truly, Sherlocked Gallifreyan.
Bored. Sherlock was bored out of his mind. There was nothing to do. No new cases. Not even a bank robbery. The crime world was so… very… boring. John of course was perfectly happy with his blog. John was always happy to do nothing. To let his mind go blank. To just… exist. Sherlock couldn't take it anymore. He leapt up off the couch and ran out the door. John didn't even look up. Sherlock had been acting odd lately. Maybe it had something to do with that crazy man Sherlock bumped into a few days ago…
Sherlock paced agitatedly around the tree. Something about the man he had ran into a couple days earlier was bothering him. The man had seemed… distant, somehow. And he had been very twitchy. There had been something wrong with his eyes. Sherlock didn't understand, and that was bothering him.
"Hey, Sammy!" Dean said. "Check this out." Sam put his book on the bed and peeked over his brother's shoulder. Dean was looking at a blog of sorts.
I'm not quite sure what's wrong with Sherlock now. He won't talk to me much. But a few days ago, he bumped into a man. They talked for a little, then the man left. But the man barked. After he left, Sherlock shut himself in his room for the rest of the night. He wouldn't talk to me in the morning, either. This could just be Sherlock being Sherlock, but…
The blog was cut short. The blogger, John, had probably been called away by his strange-sounding friend.
"What do you think?" Dean asked.
"I think," Sam said, glancing at the screen to get the blogger's name," that John is a little crazy."
"Oh, come on," Dean complained. "We haven't heard of anything else. It couldn't hurt to check it out."
Sam looked at Dean skeptically. But Dean was right. What could it hurt to check this out?
Blearily, Steve opened his eyes. Wh… Where am I? he wondering, trying to stand up. He found that he had been tied to a chair. Not tied; chained! "What?" he tried to say. It sounded more like, "Mmmhmph?" because of the gag in his mouth. This was bad.
"Oh good." A cold voice echoed around the room. "You're awake. It's more fun to play with you when you're awake. You humans are no fun when you're out like that."
What's going on? Steve wondered, panic rising.