When Hunters Need Detectives

by Ravenwolf36

Sam and Dean are working on a case that they can't get any information on, they call on Castiel for help. The one person that Castiel knows who can help the brothers is Sherlock Holmes. I don't own any of the characters from either show. They belong to the BBC and the CW, This just came to me one day. Please enjoy. It's work in progress

1. Chapter 1

When Hunters Need Detectives:

By: Melanie Miller

Chapter 1:

"Dammit Sammy. We need help," Dean grumbled at his bother. "We're getting nowhere and fast." " I know Dean, I know." "The internet has nothing that will help us with this one." Sam said with anger in his voice. He wasn't mad at Dean, just mad because his research wasn't providing him with the answers he needed. He had been researching for hours and was getting nowhere. "Maybe, you can ask Cas for help." Sam asked Dean. Not knowing what else to do. They needed to do something before more people got killed by the monster they were hunting. "Yeah alright Sam, I'll call Cas." "Cas, if you're listening, we really need your help here." Dean wasn't as nice in calling on Castiel. He figured just this once to try and be nice. "What do you want Dean?" Castiel said in his gravelly voice. Castiel just pops in without warning. He was always listening for Dean. Hoping to keep Dean out of trouble. Dean whirled around, he hated when Castiel appeared with no warning. "Can you not just pop in kike that." "Blow a horn or whatever you angels do." "Well, you did call me," Castiel answered. Castiel loved Dean, but would never admit it. Dean would get very angry if he did.

"We need your help with this job we're doing." Sam was watching this exchange from behind his computer. He was trying not to smile. Dean and Castiel were perfect for each other, but neither one would ever admit it. "What are you smiling about Sammy?" Dean grumbled at his brother. "Nothing, Dean nothing." "So Cas, can you help or not?" Sam asked the angel. "I can't help indirectly, but I know of someone who can." Castiel replied. "You gonna enlighten us or do we have to play guessing games?" Dean was getting edgier by the minute. This job was getting to him. "The person I know who can help lives in London." Castiel finally said. "London, as in London, England?" Sam spoke up from his computer. "Yes, the very one." Castiel replied. "How the hell is that supposed to help?" Dean yelled. "Dean, calm down and let Cas tell us what he has." Sam told his brother. "Have you heard of Sherlock Holmes?" "Sherlock Holmes? The consulting detective guy?' Sam said, suddenly impressed."Yes that one." Castiel said. Though he didn't understand why he had to clarify things all the time. Why couldn't people believe him the first time?