A/n: Special thanks to both my reviewers, especially you Guest, since I can't pm you haha. It's so amazing hearing people like my stories. So I think there will be one more chapter after this and that's it! Hope you like, much love! xoxo
Dean didn't like this one freaking bit. He was beyond sick of Sherlock. He was nothing but a show off; Dean just wanted to slap his stupid smug grin off his face. Honestly. He watched (grumpily) from the couch as Sherlock showed off to Cas. Cas was enthralled by everything Sherlock said or did. Not only that, Sherlock was mutually fascinated by the angel. Oh, yeah. Now Mr. Smarty Pants and his little buddy John were well aware of who they were. Stubborn ole Sherlock made them tell him. Practically forced it out of them and now he was drawn to the celestial being even more than before. An angel, now that was interesting. John was sitting beside him now looking just as pissed as he was. John of course hated the way Sherlock fawned over the angel. So what if he was an angel? He said he was fallen, like that's anything special. Why was the trio even still here? They'd gotten the information they needed. They could very well be on their way off to kill this so called demon they'd been hunting but no, Sherlock had to show off all his little experiments and deduction abilities to the curious little angel. Granted not many people took to Sherlock's abilities the way he and Castiel did but he was the one who always told Sherlock how brilliant he was why did he need this stranger to remind him he wasn't a freak too?
Sam sat in the armchair adjacent to the one Mrs. Hudson was seated in. They were watching the other four back and forth like it was a tennis match. The both wore wide grins.
"Just look at the way little Dean's jaw clenches every time Cas looks at Sher's eyes." Mrs. Hudson said with a giggle.
"John looks infuriated." Sam said with a snort. They loved each other's company. Finally having someone from the outside notice tension between both parings was relieving; they were no longer the only ones who saw the potential.
"When will they ever notice?" Mrs. Watson said exasperatedly.
"At least you have two humans, Cas is a difficulty. You should have seen him when we first met him. He was clueless. About everything. I just wish Dean would realize Cas loves him. And that he loves Cas. They've literally given everything for each other."
"At least Cas is a bit more normal now I have a 'highly functioning sociopath'" Mrs. Hudson quoted, "They were both nothing before they had each other. Just Sherlock's presence cured John's limp, poor boy had no one. Sherlock, as you can imagine, was just a bad off."
John's heart caught in his throat. Sherlock had taken an opportunity while Castiel was fully distracted to take a few seconds to look up to John. He made eye contact with him and smiled before quickly winking. As he stared a bit longer his eyes narrowed as his eyebrows knitted together as if he was questioning John. Normally the two could have conversations like this, with only facial expressions, usually when they were at a crime scene and infront of the Yarder, mostly Anderson and Donavon. John simply shrugged he had no clue what Sherlock was reffering to this time. Sherlock's eyes slowly widened just a bit as if realizing something. He continued to look at John, only returning his gaze to the angel when he had asked him a question. John could feel his ears heating up. He was ready to go right over there and take his detective back.
Bloody hell what am I saying, John thought to himself, am I really thinking this about Sherlock? I'm not jealous. Or gay. Right? Goddamn it John. If you're sitting here thinking about grabbing Sherlock and locking him up for only you're keeping, you're jealous and gay.
John sighed hoping the three would leave soon. He wanted his flat, but mostly Sherlock, back to himself.
Dean was ready to stomp his way right out of the shitty hole in the wall apartment when Cas adverted his gaze from something Sherlock was talking about to look at him. He looked straight into Dean's eyes and grinned. Dean's heart melted.
Fuck what am I saying? I do not have a thing for Cas. There is just no Goddamn way. Dean thought as Cas' laugh rang through the apartment making Dean's heart race. Fuck, man. You have a thing for little feather ass over there, and you're jealous as all hell.
Dean casually glanced at John, seemingly bruiting, as his eyes lit up. He followed the doctor's gaze and saw Sherlock wink at him. Quickly John's ears reddened.
OH. Dean realized so this guy is pissed for the same reason I am. He has a thing for Sherlock. Fuck this is embarrassing. But Dean quickly caught John's eye anyway and nodded towards the hallway and stood up, John followed him out.
"I don't even want to think about this let alone talk about it so we're gonna make this quick. That angel over there is mine and clearly that…" Dean fumbled for a word, nearly calling him a psychopath.
"Sherlock is mine." John filled in.
"Exactly. And I want them to stop fawning for each other just as much as you do. So I'm going to try to get us the hell out of here so you can have Sherlock back and I can have Cas back and we can pretend this whole conversation never happened."
"Deal." John said and they reentered the room together.
"Guys it's gotten pretty late I think we should head back to the hotel and regroup. You know, now that we know more about our guy and stuff." Dean tried hoping it would get the other two out the door.
"Yeah that's probably best." Sam agreed. He stood up from his chair and turned to grin at Mrs. Hudson. He moved towards the door with Cas on his heels. The angel just naturally doing whatever Dean suggests.
"Yes and it's probably time I start dinner. We don't have nearly enough for everyone." John chipped in.
"I won't be eating John but yes there wouldn't be enough." Sherlock said as he noticed his new companion resumed his familiar position beside the older hunter.
"Oh you bet your arse you'll be eating." John said sternly.
"John I ate yesterday." Sherlock whined.
"Yes and you'll be eating today as well." John ordered.
"Whatever you say Doctor Watson." Sherlock said with a scowl as the three boys and Mrs. Hudson turned to leave.
"Well hopefully I'll be seeing you around for the next couple of days. Good evening boys." Mrs. Hudson chirped happily.
"Bye ma'am" Sam said with a grin.
"So, I'm going to head down to a pub Mrs. Hudson was telling me about. I'll meet you guys back at the motel."
"Sure. You really take to those old innocent ladies don't you Sammy." Dean said with a smirk.
"Shut up Bitch." Sam said as he turned to walk away.
"Jerk!" Dean called back, "Come on Cas. Let's get back. It's kinda cold out here." Dean said softly, turning towards Cas.
"Yeah, I agree." Cas said with a gentle smile.
