Dean and Sam got off of the plane to London quickly, Dean being ahead of Sam. "Okay, so you really think that the Demon we saw in California is here now?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. It's the same kind of killings, and normal people can't travel that quickly from one country to another." Sam stated.
"And the Police are on it, right? So we're going to have to make up a back story, then?"
"Yeah. Though I looked up a guy that says he's Sherlock Holmes, and the Police seem to think that he's a freak, so we should start with him."
"Wait, we have a suspect and we haven't even gotten out of the airport? Good job."
"Thanks."
Sam and Dean walked out of the airport quickly, Sam glancing at the address on his sheet of paper. "Get a cab, we gotta go to 221B Baker Street."
Sherlock paced about his flat, John sitting in the seat in front of him. "It doesn't make sense in the least. No one could have cleaned up a crime scene that well, it's impossible!" He shouted, talking more to himself then John. "Well, maybe you're over thinking it. Maybe who ever did it didn't have a motive, since none of the victims seem connected. Well, besides the fact that it was all ten years after their spouse died." Sherlock looked over to John. "Yes. Brilliant. John, you are brilliant!"
"What? Why?" John asked.
"Because, they all had their spouse die exactly ten years before their death! With all of the claw marks on their chests and bites out of their flesh, it must have been attack dogs!" Sherlock spoke, talking a thousand miles a second.
"Okay then! We have a lead?"
"Yes!"
Before Sherlock could rush out the door with John behind him, their door had a knock at it. "Mrs. Hudson, go away! We're solving a case!" Sherlock shouted rudely.
The knocking continued until Sherlock sighed and opened the door, seeing two men at the door in suites. "What do you want?"
One man was taller with longer hair, and the other had shorter hair that was slicked slightly with hair gel. "F.B.I" The shorter man said.
"Oh, bloody hell. What now, the Government can't even be bothered to solve a case and need me?" He asked.
"Sherlock, come on! We have to go see a man about his attack dogs!" A voice called from the other said of the door.
"Assuming that's Watson?" Dean asked with sarcasm.
"Yes. How do you know John? Don't tell me Mycroft sent you." Sherlock groaned loudly.
"No, we don't know who that is. Here," The shorter man gestured to take his badge out, the taller man doing the same.
Sherlock looked them over, reading everything they had in a second.
"Fake." He said. "Now, if you don't mind we have work to do."
A/N: i'M LATE FOR SCHOOL OKAY BYE I'LL WRITE MORE WHEN I GET HOME OKAY YEAH