Dean and Sam sat in the flat of 221B Baker Street along with Castiel and Sherlock. Sherlock sat on his 'sulking chair' as it had been dubbed by Dean. His knees up under his chin and his arms crossed, he hadn't been out yet today but he still wore his long black coat with its collar turned up. Sam and Dean sat at the kitchen table, papers scattered over it with all the information they would need for the hunt they were working. And finally Cas sat on the couch in front of the TV, his elbows resting on his knees as he studied the program he was watching with the intensity only an Angel could achieve while the volume was so quiet only the angel could pick it up.
"This is all very complex" Cas said, breaking the silence of a sulking Sherlock and the quietly bickering brothers.
Sherlock didn't make and move to even listen to the Angel, but Sam frowned slightly, looking to his brother that screamed 'what is he watching?' before looking back down at his papers.
"If the pizza man truly loved the baby sitter, why does he keep slapping her rear?"
Sam slowly looked up, this time with a definite frown, as did dean.
Sherlock made the first move he had made since he had sat down, frowning a bit and looking over at the angel
"What?" he asked, his deep voice almost matching the Angels tone
"Are you watching porn?" Dean asked after a second of awkward silence
"It was there" Cas replied
"dude" Sam muttered before giving his brother a look that said 'you're dealing with this' and turning back to his papers.
"Cas" Dean sighed as he wiped a hand over his face. He glanced at Sherlock through his fingers and noticed the man had a smug look on his face.
"you don't watch porn while you're in a room full of other guys"
But-" Cas began before getting cut off by a cringing Dean
"we don't talk about it either"
Cas didn't reply, only kept watching the screen
Dean shifted in his seat a small fraction as he didn't really know what to do with the angel. But he knew that Sherlock noticed him shift because his smug smile just got a bit smugger.
"son of a bitch" Dean muttered before standing up and turning the TV off.
"cas" he said of way of apology, except he had no idea why he was apologising to the angel "it's too awkward. Especially since Shitlock over there is half sulking half dyeing from being a jackass"
Sherlock looked over sharply, mouth open to deliver a crushing reply when he stopped short and out right grinned at Dean.
Dean was a little bit taken aback, never before seeing the consulting detective grin before.
"you have a problem that needs addressing Dean."
Dean almost jumped out of his skin. How had ne not noticed!? His mind screamed as he looked down
"no. not you Dean" the smart ass said
Dean sighed, heart race going back to normal. Then Sherlock's words registered.
"what?" he asked dumbly before turning to Sam with an eyebrow raised "really Sammy?" he said, grin breaking loose
"not me" Sam muttered around the pen in his mouth as he continued reading
"but that means…" Dean let the rest hang as he gave the still grinning Sherlock a glare that could burn demons.
"Cas" Dean said without turning around to look at the angel
"Yes, Dean?"
He knew that the Angel would still be staring at the TV, even though the thing was turned off.
"look down" Dean hesitantly asked
When no reply came from the angel behind him he squeezed his eyes closed and started walking back towards the table
"not dealing with that" Dean said as he sat back down and went back to reading an old musty book
When Sherlock began laughing a second later Dean almost fell out of his seat. He glanced at the psychopath- oh wait, sociopath and then tried to not imagine how many puppies just died.
When Sherlock was down to small, deep chuckles John walked through the door. He gave Sherlock a curious glance but decided to not ask what the man was laughing about. He looked around the room taking in the slouched over angel on the other side of the room, only being able to see the back of his head and then Sam and Dean, the latter rubbing his eyes as if he wished he could claw them out.
He put the bag of groceries on the bench before walking into the lounge room, barely glancing at the angel as John sat in his seat.
He looked around the room, eyes catching the DVD case sitting on the coffee table.
He stared at the upside down title and frowned before leaning forwards and picking it up.
John sighed a little bit, not knowing what he really expected from the four men in the room.
"is this what you do all day?" he asked, holding up the DVD case
"Dean said were not supposed to talk about it" Cas's gravelly voice said from opposite him
John looked over Cas's shoulder and at Dean who was looking up at the roof, his face that of a man pleading for mercy. John looked back at the angel, a quizzical expression already on his face when he noticed that Cas wasn't looking at him.
He followed the angel's line of sight and did a complete double take.
John decided that the floor was probably the best place to look at at the moment and tried to bleach the sight from his mind. John rubbed his thumb and forefinger into his eyes and stood up.
He looked over at Sherlock who was hiding a small smile behind his coat collar.
John shook his head and without a word disappeared into his room