So I cheated and answered all three prompts for the Death, Saints, and the Supernatural here.

Chapter 1: Supernatural: words Mystery, Magic, and Meyhem

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John's POV
Two days before Halloween they end up in an occult store. He could not tell you why they were there, only that they were and that Sherlock was busy speaking with the shop owner while he wanders about looking at things.

There is a wide variety of areas and subjects, though the one that draws his attention the most is the corner dedicated to various types of earth magic and crystallomancy. It is full of books, stones, crystals, bowls, and a variety of items in order to grow things. There are also empty jars and containers but those seem to be randomly scattered all over the store as if to make sure each section has some.

"Are you ready yet John?" his lover inquires, appearing at his side even though a moment before he had been on the other side of the shop.

"Huh? Yeah, sure," he replies, pulling his attention away from the chart full of the various types of gemstones and what they can be used for.

"Let's go then, Mystery told me that there is a place down the road I can look for what I am currently after." The younger man tells him as he turns and prances towards the door.

He follows not far behind.

The rest of the day is spent with them visiting other shops of similar natures, though the one that makes him laugh most is named "Causing Mayhem".

That night when they get home, he asks, "So what was that all about?"

"Oh I find some of the things I use for chemistry experiments at occult shops." His lover replies with a shrug, "It can be very, very useful."

"Ah," he hums in response, not sure what else to say.

A few days later when he gets home from the clinic he is surprised to see that chart on gemstones and their uses sitting on his chair, with it is a collection of at least one of each of those stone.

Smiling, he wanders over to his lover, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before murmuring, "Thank you Sherlock."

The boffin doesn't reply, merely smiles and kisses him back.