Location : 221B Bakerstreet

Dean : *walks into the kitchen and starts opening cupboards* Hey! Got any pies here?

John : Nope, sorry Dean. We don't usually buy any pies here.

Dean : WHAT?! You kidding me? Damn it! What kind of people are you?

Sam : Dean... *glares at Dean* Sorry about him, he always does that.

John : That's fine. Try living with Sherlock.

Dean : NEED FOOD! There's gotta be some crap around here *walks towards fridge, starts opening the fridge*

John : WAIT! Don't open the-

Dean *screams like a girl* WHAT THE FUCKIN HELL WAS THAT?

Sam : Whats what? *walks to fridges and sees inside* OH! That's not pie

Dean : No shit.

John : Tried to warn you

Sam : Why is there a head there?

John : That's Sherlock's.

Dean : Why in the hell would he-?

Sherlock : It's for an experiment. A man's life is hanging by the result of it. I'm measuring the-

Sam : Stop right there. I really don't want to know...

Dean : *looks around* Got any other crap around here we might like to avoid?

Sherlock : Yes. Cupboards on top of the sink and the microwave.

Dean : What sort of shits in there?

Sherlock : Some fingers and an eyeball.

Sam : WHAT?

Dean : Dude! Seriously? *turn to John* Is it always like this?

John : Basically... yeah. You'll get used to it.

Sam : What are they for anywhere?

Sherlock : I TOLD you it's for a experiment. A very important experiment that your funny little brains can't possibly imagine to understand the science behind it.

John : Sherlock, be nice!

Dean : Shut your crap up right now! You know i'm starting to suffocate by the lack of oxygen your ego is starting to make.

Sam : Dean!

Sherlock : Oh like your romantic relationship with your car.

John : Sherlock... *glares at sherlock*

Dean : WHAT?

Sherlock : That car of yours. The impala you said. Very old. The paint's cheap and it's gone through a lot. But it still looks rather good, meaning you take care of it very much. I really don't see the point of it. Its aerodynamics is wrong. Very wrong, i'm surprised it actually moved. And the engine is worn out. Not gonna last much long. And the built of it is just horrible. And-

Dean : THAT'S IT! Insult my baby and you're going down! *glares*

Sherlock : I'd like to see you try *smirk*

-Insert World War 3-