John and Dean came out of Sherlock's room, John went to go sit in his chair, while dean went to join Cas on the sofa. Dean gave Cas a soft look, and they just sat, staring at each other, in their comfortable silence.
Sam looked at them and smiled.
Mrs Hudson looked up at Sam and grinned.
"So, you finally got them to admit their feelings for each other, then?"
Sam looked at her and chuckled.
"Yeah, I mean, you can't imagine how frustrating it was, just watching their unresolved sexual tension!"
Mrs Hudson picked up the kettle, and gave Sam an angry glare.
She then slammed down the kettle so hard that even Cas and Dean broke their stare and turned to look.
"What do you think it's been like living with John and Sherlock?"
Sam burst into laughter.
John turned and shouted.
"FOR THE LAST TIME, SHERLOCK AND I ARE NOT A COUPLE!"
Sherlock, by this time, had woken up, and upon hearing his name stumbled over to John, and smiled at him, in a confused state of mind.
"Really? That's not what you said last night, John."
Sherlock grabbed John's cheeks and kissed him.
John flushed bright red.
Dean and Cas sat, with their mouths agape.
Mrs Hudson and Sam were laughing hysterically from the kitchen.
Sherlock looked at John.
"Anyway, I'm going to go back to bed."
John glared at Sherlock, angry at first.
"Okay, Sherlock, you probably should."
Sherlock smirked at John.
"Do you want to come?"
John spluttered out
"NO!"
Sherlock frowned.
"What's wrong?"
John tensed up.
"Nothing's wrong,it's just that we have guests in the flat right now and, I don't think it would be appropriate."
Sherlock pulled a face mimicking one of horror.
"Oh no, guests! Unless one of them is Mrs Hudson then we have nothing to worry about."
Mrs Hudson glared at Sherlock.
"Why wouldn't you want me- I mean Mrs Hudson to know about you and John."
Sherlock chuckled.
"The woman is right about everything else, can't let her be right about this too."
Everyone laughed.
"What is she right about Sherlock?"
Sam chimed in.
Sherlock grinned and looked at John.
"That I love him."
John smiled.
"I love you too Sherlock, now you better get back to bed."
John ushered Sherlock back to his room, despite Sherlock's mumbling protestations, and shut the door.
He gave a quick sigh before returning to his chair, but all eyes were on him.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing." Everyone answered casually, and went back to what they were doing.
John chuckled to himself.
A couple of hours later, Sherlock was fully recovered. He emerged from his room, he always liked to make an entrance, John thought, chuckling to himself.
Everything seemed normal, but Sherlock couldn't understand why everyone was staring and smiling at him.
People didn't usually smile at him, in fact they usually told him to piss off.
Except for John, Sherlock thought to himself, and a small half smile formed on his face.
Except John was the only one not smiling at him.
In fact John was not even looking at him.
Had he done something wrong?
Sherlock went over to John.
"What?"
John looked up at Sherlock.
"What?"
Sherlock sighed.
"Everyone else is staring and smiling at me, as if I was some sort of hero, and you're not even looking at me. What did I do?"
John softened his gaze as he stared at Sherlock's sharp blue eyes.
"Nothing, it's just you did some strange things when you were semi conscious."
Sherlock furrowed his brow, looking puzzled.
"What happened?"
Sam laughed.
"You love him!"
Sam mocked, forming a heart shape with his hands.
"You know, I've always liked the name Jared."
John and Sherlock stared at him, confused.
"In case you were looking for baby names."
Everyone laughed.
John and Sherlock sighed.
"Now is not the time. We need to get back to this impossible case."
Dean smiled.
"It's not impossible at all. It's your basic demon deal, and I'm ready to gank some sons of bitches!"
Sherlock stepped back.
"D-demons? They're real?"
Dean chuckled. He liked the fact that Mr. Smart ass was out of his depth.
"Oh yeah, they're real for sure, I mean, I used to be one!"
John, Sherlock and Mrs Hudson stared at Dean, mouths agape.
"Don't worry, when I died this one time, I got turned into a demon, but then I got cured- no big deal."
Dean laughed at the expressions of shock and horror forming on the faces of the British trio.
Sam glared at Dean.
"Dude! Stop freaking them out!"
John stared intensely at them.
"I was a soldier for several years, and I thought nothing could shock me more; then I met Sherlock, and I really thought nothing could ever shock me more; and now I've met you- I'm beginning to see why Sherlock always calls me an idiot. I really should have predicted something like this."
Sherlock looked at John.
"Don't be ridiculous John, how could you have predicted anything like this. This idea is completely preposterous, not to mention the fact that your intelligence is average at best-"
John frowned.
Sherlock softened his gaze.
"Sorry, not good?"
John flashed a brief smile.
"A bit not good."
Castiel smiled. Sherlock reminded him a bit of himself. He didn't understand human social construct most of the time, he had a superiority complex, which castiel used to have. He did try to be God at one point. Cas chuckled to himself.
John was like Dean. He was brave, strong, comforting when necessary, and despite all that he had done, he always stuck by him.
He could see the similarities between the relationships of John and Sherlock in relation to Dean and himself.
He smiled quietly to himself.
There was a sad beauty about the whole ordeal.
"Cas..Cas!"
Cas snapped back from his thoughts, to find Dean clicking in front of his face, and yelling in his ear.
"Cas, were your daydreams more interesting than the murder case?"
Dean said gruffly.
Cas turned to look at Dean, they gazed into each other's eyes, and Dean softened his stare.
"I'm sorry, I was just thinking."
Cas formed his adorable little half smile that Dean loved.
Cas grinned.
"So may I ask, the plan?"
Cas said with a chuckle.
Dean laughed back.
Everyone else in the room looked rather puzzled.
Dean liked it that way, that he had private jokes and moments that he shared only with Cas.
Dean gave Cas a look that said everything he wanted to say.
I need you. I love you. You're my family, my home.
Sam grinned.
"Come on guys, stop with the lovey-dovey stuff, we need to get on with the case."
