Author's Note: Hola, mes amis! I hope everyone is doing A-OK!
Yea! The second installment of my Sherlock/Supernatural Crossover!
Wee!
Excitement!
Without further ado...
Almost two weeks had passed since Elizabeth was first zapped into the bunker- and into the lives of two hunting brothers and an angel of the Lord.
Since then, Elizabeth had become like the little sister Dean and Sam had never had. She was a very welcome presence in their lives. She wasn't whiney, like other teenage girls. She was super smart, kind, fun, and mature.
Having come from the lifestyle she had, Dean noticed that Elizabeth fell in well with their living. Hunting would definitely come naturally to her. If they ever got to take her out with them, that is.
Dean had given her what he called a 'physical' a couple of days ago. By then, he was positive that she would be staying for a while, and he wanted to gauge her abilities.
Man, that girl was a beast. She could run a mile in seven minutes without passing out, hit the bullseye 99.9999999 percent of the time with an assortment of guns, and could spout off every single fact she had learned about the supernatural since she'd been to the bunker.
Dean definitely understood why her dad let her solve cases with him. She was blowing his mind, and he'd barely known her.
Elizabeth brought a bit of spice and spunk to the dark and dismal Dean was used to. Now, as he stood in the kitchen making coffee, he smiled as his hand automatically reached for two mugs instead of one. Castiel never drank coffee, and Sam usually didn't get up before nine, so the other mug could only be for Elizabeth. It was almost habit by now to get her mug ready for when she walked in.
Speak of the British girl. He could hear her footsteps coming down the hall. He knew they were hers by her lightness of step, gait, and pace. Sam, because of his great height, tended to walk with a slight lumbering gait. Castiel seemed to almost glide across the floor his feathery ass walked on.
"Morning, Kid," Dean greeted, not bothering to turn around.
"Good morning, Dean," Elizabeth came up beside him and took her mug, which was ready for her, with a grateful smile. "Anything specific on the agenda today?"
"Might make a supply run later," Dean mused, draining the dregs of his sweet nectar. "Wanna come along?"
"Are you going to play Metallica?"
"When do I not?" Dean grinned widely.
"Point taken," Elizabeth smiled back. "Sure, I'm down."
"Awesome," Dean continued. "Do need any more clothes, or do you think you're good?"
"I'm good, thanks." That had been fun. Sam had been the one to remember that Elizabeth actually needed something to wear if she was going to stay permanently. So Dean had taken her to a mall, given her two hundred dollars, and told her to get what she needed. She had come back with over a hundred dollars in change. Girl was probably a cheap date.
"Do you want anything else?" Dean asked. "Books? Laptop? Don't worry about money. The bunker's got stashes of cash, and Cas can magic up anything."
"I'm fine, Dean," Elizabeth assured him. "You've already done plenty for me. I mean, I just appear out of nowhere, and you guys haven't kicked me out yet."
"Hey, if you start bitching about your make-up, getting mud on your clothes, and getting sweaty and gross, I will bolt the door behind you."
"Promise?" Elizabeth smiled wryly.
"Cross my heart," Dean made the gesture.
"Guys!" Sam's yell made Elizabeth and Dean jump. "Elle! Dean! Cas! Get in here!"
Elizabeth and Dean instantly sprinted for Sam's room. They burst in just as Cas zapped himself there.
"What is it?" Dean asked.
Sam pointed at the TV, which was on the British news.
A picture of a smiling Elizabeth was plastered across the screen. The reporter in the background gave his story.
"Fifteen year-old Elizabeth Holmes, daughter of the detective Sherlock Holmes, has been missing for almost two weeks now. Authorities in Britain are still puzzled as to what happened to her. She was last seen by a cab driver walking along a street in London. Strangely, all traffic cameras and security moniters experienced black-outs at the time of her disappearance. At this point, Scotland Yard has determined that she was kidnapped. Among the suspects are James Moriarty, Sebastian Moran, and Irene Adler. If you have any information regarding the disappearance of Elizabeth Holmes, you are advised to notify the authorities."
The story then clicked over to a piece about Tesco sales.
Dean looked over to Elizabeth, who was standing beside him.
"Well," Elizabeth took a deep breath. "At least I know I'm missed."
"Elle..." Sam trailed off helplessly.
"Um, I'm going to go...grab a shower," Elizabeth all but ran out of the room.
Castiel looked hard at the brothers, "I still think that we should inform her father that she is okay."
Sam sighed, "God, what he's going through... Dean, that's been us. I remember full well what it was like for me when you were in Hell. And at least, I knew where you were. Sherlock Holmes doesn't know if his daughter is even alive. He doesn't know what is happening to her."
"And, if I can help it, he never will," Dean clenched his fists. "Because we are going to kill Lucifer before he can carry on with any of his plans. We are going to end him, and then Elizabeth can go home."
Sam chuckled, "She can start a British branch of the Men of Letters."
"Hell, no!" Dean protested. "She is never hunting ever again! It's too dangerous."
"Like we'd be able to stop her," Sam reminded him. "You know how it is. Once you know about this stuff, you can't get away from it. She wouldn't be able to feel safe anyways."
"God, I hate this sometimes," Dean mused darkly. "I hate that innocent people's lives have to be destroyed. It's one thing to grow up like this, but to have everything you've ever known shatter in front of you..."
"She doesn't deserve this," Castiel said.
"And we are going to make sure that she is safe," Dean determined. "We are going to protect her, and she is going to be fine."
Sam and Cas nodded vehemently in agreement.