"I hate Kansas." Sherlock said to John as they got off the plane.
"You haven't seen anything yet." John sighed, "Give it a day."
"Its sunny I'd choose rain to sunshine any day." Sherlock rolled his eyes, and shouldered john's laptop. "Who's our client? I want to get this case over with as soon as-" he ran into a man taller than he was, almost falling into John. "What the hell?" He cried as he straightened himself, brushing off his coat.
"Move it ass." The man said, and passed him, shouldering John.
"Pardon." John grabbed the man's sleeve, "you wouldn't happen to be John Winchester, would you?"
The man froze, and spun to face them. "Are you the English detectives?" He asked slowly.
"That would be us." John said and Sherlock just stayed silent. "Sherlock." John slowed him, "say something."
Sherlock backed up. "No, no, it's not right. Something's not right."
John straightened, heaving a sigh, giving Sherlock a face. "Sherlock, we've just met our client. Behave."
John Winchester shifted on his feet, his face defiant. "Something wrong boy?"
"You shouldn't be here. This isn't right." Sherlock grabbed on to john's wrist, pulling him back. "We have to go."
"Sherlock, stop being rude!" John yanked his hand from Sherlock, and walked back up to John Winchester. "I apologize. I don' what's gotten into Sherlock-"
"John, stop where you are." Sherlock said sternly. "Don't take another step, and DON'T touch him."
"I've had it up to here with your bloody nonsense." John put a hand of the winchester's shoulder. "Lets go to a pub and we can talk-" the next moment the two john's were gone.
Sherlock blinked, not believing his eyes. One moment John was deffying everything he was saying and the next moment the two were gone. Sherlock ran over to a flight attendant. "Have you seen a man about 5' 5" with blonde hair?" The woman shook her head, and Sherlock rushed back to where he last saw John, freezing at the sight of john's olive jacket.
He cautiously stepped to it, and grabbed it, lifting it to his nose, and smelling a slight stench of sulfur. "JOHN!" He yelled, spinning around, looking everywhere. "JOHN HAMISH WATSON." He called, running out of the airport, his only bag was john's laptop. John had the duffle full of their close, and all Sherlock had of john's was his jacket. "JOHN WATSON!" He yelled in front of the airport, and started to run, the bag and jacket in hand.
Sherlock turned the corner, and ran into two men wearing way too many layers that was good for them.
Sherlock fell back, and the teller one of the two men rushed Sherlock, a knife in his hand. After the man saw who it was he gave a deep sigh, "it's only a man. Nothing important."
Sherlock narrowed hos eyes, and slowly stood up. "Nothing important? I have more importance in my thumb that both of you have in your whole being, hunters."
"Someone should take it down on the ego statis-" the shorter of the men froze, "wait, did you just say' hunters'?"
"Are you hard of hearing?" Sherlock said, his patience wearing thin, "yes." He pushed the men out of his way, and picked up john's jacket. "Move, I need to find my friend." He started to walk away, but the shorter of the men grabbed Sherlock by the collar. Pissed, Sherlock flipped the man, and ducked at the fist that was coming from his right, and swung at the taller of the two men, getting him the jaw, and swiping his feet from under him, sending the man falling like a tree. Sherlock stood up, and ripped up his collar. "I said, move." The taller of the men moaned in pain, but the shorter jumped up, and whipped some blood from his hairline.
"Fine, grabbing you isn't going to work. Whats your problem? And how'd you know we''re hunters?"
"The style of dress, and your stance. You hunt for a living. Not sure if it's deer or bear though. And my PROBLEM," Sherlock sneered, "is that my friend just disappeared with this 'ghost' you could put it named John Winchester. So leave. Me. ALONE."
"Did you say John Winchester?" The man standing looked hover to the man on the ground who was slowly standing up. "We might be able to help."
"How?" Sherlock asked sharply.
"You see, my name is Dean Winchester." Dean said, "that man you threw on the ground was Sam Winchester."
"So you two..." Sherlock tilted his head.
"No." Sam said surely as he got his feet. "Brothers. That man that disappeared was our father."
Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "You do realize you just said was. I believe the correct term would be is."
"No." Dean shook his head, "was. He's dead. You have keen eyes. He's a ghost. But why he took your friend- that's as much of a mystery to us as it is to you." Dean pocketed his knife as Sherlock turned to face them. "You''re right, we are hunters. But not of animals like deer and stuff, we hunt the supernatural."
"Brilliant." Sherlock mumbled, "more nut jobs."
Before Dean had the chance to pounce Sherlock, Sam stepped in between the two. "What's your name?"
"Sherlock Holmes." Deans eyes widened.
"Son of a bitch! " Dean cried, "you're that detective that died! Jumped off a building!"
"I didn't die!" Sherlock yelled, "as you can clearly see, I simply faked my death. It was all quite easy. Now if you don't mind, I need to find my friend." He sniffed John jacket once more, and sighed. He tried to think of what to do next. It wasn't until Dean put a hand on Sherlock shoulder did He put his guard back up.
"If you need our help, this sort of stuff is out specialty." Dean said.
"I don't need YOUR help." Sherlock pushed away from Dean. "All I need is a place to stay so I can think. Maybe a change of clothes."
Sherlock started to walk away, but Sam called, "you can come to our HQ. We have a few rooms open. Plus, I'm sure Dean wouldn't mind sparing a few clothes. Would he?"
Dean scoffed, "of course I'd mind!" Sam gave him a look, "but I'll be willing to part with one pair."
Sherlock stopped, his shoulders slumped, "I guess one night wouldn't matter." He sighed, and turned to the Winchesters. "I'll take you up on your deal."
"Wonderful." Dean said, "and while we are on the road, you can tell us all about how you survived the fall. It would be a shame to hunt down such a brilliant mind." He winked, and walked to a '67 black impala.
"You drive in that thing?" Sherlock eyes widened, "its so old."
"Oh baby, he didn't mean that." Dean said in a lovingly tone, and patted the car.
"Don't insult the car." Sam said, and patted Sherlock hard on the back, throwing him off balance.
Sherlock gave a confused look, but followed the two to the car.
It was a good half hour before Dean said, "how do you feel about music, Holmes?"
"I prefer Bach, but some-" Kansas's 'Dust in the Wind' started to play, and Sherlock rolled his eyes. "What rubbish."
"So Cas, have you got anything?" Sam asked the back seat, and Sherlock tilted his head, confused.
"Um,I'm sorry, I don't quite understand." He looked out the window, but a man blocked his view that was certainly not there seconds before. "What the f-"
"Dean. Sam." The man said.
"Hey Cas." Dean said above the music. "Got anything for us?"
"Another dead end. I found a dead man sprawled on the end of road, then I came here. Seems your father is getting around." Cas turned to look at Sherlock, "hello Sherlock Holmes."
"You-you know this son of bitch? " Dean asked Cas.
"I'm surprised you've kept him this long." Cas put his hand on Sherlock's head.
Sherlock tried to push the man's hand away, but Cas held on too tight. "Get off me!" He cried.
"Cas!" Sam demanded, "what the he'll do you think you''re doing?!"
"Can't you see, he's a demon." Cas said, and closed his eyes.
"Cas, get your hand off of him now." Dean said in a dangerously calm voice. After a moment, Cas took his hand off of Sherlock, and Sherlock pushed himself to the corner of the car.
"You are all crazy." Dean slammed on the break, throwing Sherlock forward.
"Start talking demon." He swung himself around. "Why'd you con us?"
Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "I don't have any clue what you are talking about. I see you aren't helping me, so I'm going to find my friend myself. Good bye Dean and Sam Winchester." He started to get out,but cas kept the door lock, not letting Sherlock out.
Sherlock finally broke. Too much shock on the man put too much strain on him. "LET ME OUT SO HELP ME GOD!" He started to attack, but with one touch from Cas he was out.