The Hellhounds of Baskerville
Sam's POV:
"Why couldn't Crowley at least send us somewhere like Hawaii? I could be hitting on some nice Hawaiian chicks right about now." Dean groaned for the third time that night.
"This is England Dean! You should appreciate the Moors a bit more." I scolded. Crowley had sent us to England to find a rouge hellhound that had been causing trouble for almost twenty years. It had flared up again just last night when Henry Knight had returned to the hollow where the beast had killed his father when he was nine years old.
We were forced to wait for Henry's return after he left on a train to London at 6:45 this morning. We were staying at a small inn call The Cross Keys when Dean had discovered that the place was vegetarian and didn't even serve pie.
"Can't even get a burger! Why the hell did we agree to even do this?!" he moaned. I glared at him. He had been the one that said we should at least check it out. Crowley had promised to us Metatron's location if we completed the job and killed the hound.
Just then Castiel came back with dinner. "The best I could find was a breakfast café still open that had bacon and egg sandwiches. I got your salad too." He handed the bag to Dean after pulling out an egg and sausage sandwich. Dean rifled through the bag before tossing me a salad and pulling out another egg sandwich.
"Cas, you're a life saver. I need me some meat!" Dean said before starting to devour the sandwich. I roll my eyes and open my laptop.
"So get this. Twenty years ago Henry Knight was found alone, wandering the moor after claiming to have seen 'a hellish hound rip his father to shreds in Dartmoor Hollow.' Just yesterday a local reported seeing Henry running from the hollow, 'looking as if he had seen the devil himself.'" I read off of the police report. "Maybe he did see the hound. There's a picture of what he drew after the attack." I turn the computer around to face Dean and Cas.
It depicted a large, black, dog- like shape that had red eyes and seemed to be snarling. "This poor kid was only nine when he saw his dad torn apart. No wonder he was so upset when he left the hollow last night." I say. Dean nods and Cas seems upset. "What's wrong Cas? You don't look to good." Dean says. Cas shakes his head and sets down his sandwich.
"I remember standing by, watching as Henry's father was killed. I was ordered not to interfere unless the hound went after Henry. All I was told was that he needed to live and his father needed to die. I almost rebelled right then and there. The child was so scared. I wanted to take him away so that he needn't see what he did. But I had my orders, and I followed them." He seems to be uncomfortable talking about it so I back off.
"We should talk to his therapist while we wait for him to get back." I say and dean shakes his head. He's looking out of the window. "No need. Henry just walked by. Let's go talk to him." He says.
We head out with our badges, Dean reminding Cas not to flip it out upside down. Henry walks up to two men and gestures to the inn. The taller man looks up to see us approaching and frowns. He mutters something to his friend and walks up to us.
"Excuse me sir, but we need to speak to Henry. I'm agent Phil Coulson and these are my partners, Clint Barton, and Nick Fury. We're from the MI6." We hold up our badges as Dean introduces us (the names were his idea. He figured that if we were in England they wouldn't know the names from the Avengers).
"Fake badges, good ones though, considering you've lived in America your whole life. You and 'Fury' are brothers who lost their mother when he was six months old. You're both experienced with weapons of all types and currently are carrying three weapons on your person. 'Barton' however, only has one knife, probably because you don't trust to give him more do to inexperience. You're here about the hound, though not for the same reason we are. You've seen death, but not war. And you are here on the business of someone you don't trust, possibly because he's tried to kill you in the past. I'm Sherlock Holmes, nice to meet you." The tall man in a black jacket and blue scarf barely stops to take a breath as he rattles on about us. I look at Dean, expecting him to punch the guy, but he seems to be in too much shock to move.
I reach out to shake Sherlock's hand and he grasps it tight. "I guess we had to be figured out one day. I'm Sam Winchester and these are my brothers, Dean, and Castiel. Everything you said is true, except the part about not seeing war. We've seen plenty, just a different type then most people would consider war." I introduce us and he cocks his head at Cas.
"No, Castiel is not your brother. He's a friend whom is using your last name as an alias." The shorter man walks up and nudges Sherlock. "Sherlock, be careful, we don't know these people. Hi, I'm Dr. John Watson. My friend is a show off, so don't pay attention to him, and whatever you do, don't ask how he knows all that stuff. So you're here about the hound?" Cas and I shake John's hand, while Dean is still too shocked to move.
"Yes. Can we speak to Henry? We have a few questions we need to ask him." John nods and turns to Henry. "If it's okay with him, then we can back off for a few minutes." Henry nods nervously and Jon pulls Sherlock away as he mutters something about, "Loosing all my good cases."
I shove Dean forward and he snaps out of his stupor. "Henry, we need to ask you some questions. They may seem odd, but please try to answer them to the best of your abilities. Have you noticed any cold spots or odd smells lately?" Dean asks. Henry looks down at his hands and nods.
"When I went to the hollow, I could smell something like rotten eggs. Then earlier that morning I swear that my house dropped ten degrees for a few seconds. Am… am I going crazy?" Henry asks in a shaky voice.
Cas shakes his head and says, "No, that's very common in cases like this. If you notice anything else, contact us. We'll be staying here at the Cross Keys Inn until this case is solved." Henry nods and we walk away.
"Nice job back there Cas. Not even one weird comment about hellhounds." Dean praises. I realize he's right. Usually Cas will come close to blowing our cover with comments about what we are really thinking when interviewing a victim or suspect.
Cas looks at Dean and simply states, "I just said what you might have said in the given situation." Dean is slightly taken aback by this as we walk back into our room. I sit down in front of my laptop and start going over the recent police reports for the area. There is nothing unusual except Henry's strange behavior last night.
"So what do we do now?" Dean asks. I pull up a picture of a nearby complex. "We go to Baskerville." I say.
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