Authors Note: After a very long time not writing fanfiction, I've decided to have a go at a SuperLock fic, and this is my effort so far. I'm not sure how long it'll be or how to get to the end, but I'll see how it goes!
(Supernatural: Set just after Kevin is taken by Crowley and the second trial has been completed. Sherlock: Set after Reichenbach, Sherlock has been back in London for a year.) Surprise mini cameos from a British film. (This fic is also over on AO3 /works/801781)
The heady fragrance of the British countryside; how could he ever forget it? The sweet scent of grass and flowering hedgerows mingled with the unmistakable reek of cow shit wafting in from one of the fields nearby. There was another scent too, one far more familiar to the man surveying Gods country as he tipped down dark sunglasses with one idle finger.
A cloud of midges hovered around Crowley like a jittering aura, though not one of the insects touched him. The heat always drew them out in a frenzy- though the pale smell of death leaking from a nearby building added to it.
To Kevin Tran, they were less kind. Trembling on the ground he was despondent, with no will or energy to even try and wave the hoard away. The demon at his side shook back his shirt sleeve to peer at the watch face adorning his wrist, giving an impatient sigh.
''Now now, your madge, don't get your knickers in a twist...can you blame me for stopping to take in the scenery?''
''You're eating ice cream.'' Crowley said flatly as he glanced across the gravel driveway. Stepping across the abundant and amiable weeds was a young, thin demon, not too recently recruited, approaching from the lane with a cone shaped treat in his hand. He too wore dark glasses, tilting his head to glance over them with an innocent smile.
''S'weather for it though, don't get that all too often on this island.'' The younger demon responded, giving his Cornetto an appreciative lick before biting off a piece of chocolate covered wafer and crunching on it.
''No one can be blamed for having a holiday from Hell, considering even that isn't a deterrent to the Winchesters anymore...'' Crowley said. His patience was already wearing thin at the mere mention of the brothers. ''And no-one seems to have challenged them to travel any bloody further than cross country before now.''
''So, you don't expect them to drop by and rescue- Mr Tran, isn'it?''
''No. Not this time- but if Mr Tran really values his life- and his remaining appendages...'' Crowley muttered, raising an expectant eyebrow down at the quaking prophet as he pulled his sunglasses off, ''this shouldn't take all too long. Besides which, you're the most competent torturer I seem to have left, other than myself.''
''Aww, stop, I'll blush, I really will. I can extract the information...we'll have a nice little chat, won't we Kevin? Hmm?''
The younger demon drew closer with smart little strides; he pulled his shades down with his free hand, tongue edging along his upper teeth as he grinned. His eyes were bright, darting over the boys exhausted face in a reptilian fashion.
''I'm getting tired of all this pratting about- just see that you find out, Brook. I need to see a man about an angel.''
The mist of insects that had been Crowley's halo dispersed in a wide cloud as he vanished. Kevin weakly edged himself to a kneeling position, finally starting to take in his surroundings. He peered up at the remaining demon apprehensively, who leaned back to take another lick of his ice cream.
As he observed the prophet his head tilted curiously, already pinpointing the most effective areas of his body to threaten.
''So, Kevin, just you n'me now,'' he said, ''welcome to England. D'you like it? I know, I know, it's not London, but trust me, London is sooo over-rated...''