"Dean, honey, can you say hello to Sherlock?"

Dean looked up at the intense stare and whispered a shy greeting. He flinched when he felt a hand touch his hair and he gulped as blue-green eyes met his own.

"Well, well, and American too. Interesting. Where are your parents?"

Dean sniffled and looked down at his cooing brother.

"Sherlock, you're not."

"Mrs. Hudson, can you make me some tea? A bit of biscuits would be good as well, you know how John is." Mrs. Hudson rolled her eyes at Sherlocks' obvious attempt to shoo her from the room, but decided to walk to the kitchen, but not before muttering, "Not your housekeeper."

Sherlock smiled after her and murmured, " 'Course you're not." Schooling his face into an emotionless mask, he turned back to the children. "Your parents?" Dean sniffled, eyes watering at the thought of his mother before looking at the man.

"M-Mommy is in Heaven. D-Daddy went to look into something. He said he won't be back for a few m-months." Sherlock pressed his hands together and pressed his fingertips against his lips, eyes still staring intently. Dean gulped, feeling a little fear at the unusual amount of rapt attention that was settled on him.

A loud thump sounded along with harsh muttering. The stomps sounded louder and louder along with the muttering that started to sound a lot like swearing. Minutes later, a man came storming up the stairs, arms full of bags. Not noticing the children, he went off.

"Sherlock, why are you yelling?! People out in the street are going to think we are being murdered!" While he was yelling, the man noticed Sherlock indicating the child and baby seated beside the crib. The man turned toward them, mid-yell, "Why the he….ck are you doing such a thing?!"

Sherlock turned toward the children, "Dean, this is my friend, John Watson. John, this is Dean Winchester." The blond let out a tense smile, holding out a hand.

"Hello, Dean."

Dean gripped onto his brother, the baby gurgling uncomfortably as he felt the squeeze. He smiled at John a bit shyly.

John turned back toward his friend, "Say Sherlock, can you come to the kitchen with me? There's a new tea I need your opinion on." Without giving his friend a chance to answer, he gripped onto Sherlock's sleeve and pulled him through the door.

…..

"Sherlock, you didn't." Sherlock gazed at John with a hint of confusion in his otherwise blank eyes.

"What, John?"

"You didn't kidnap these children, did you? You're not that desperate, right?"

"Course not." John raised an eyebrow. "I didn't…" John sighed at the obvious whining from the detective.

"Well, where did they come from?"

Sherlock went to the cupboard and took out a package of tea, "I only heard that they're the children of a friend of Mrs. Hudson." Handing the tea to John, he continued, "Can you please start this, I heard it's recommended to calm children."

John gaped after the detective who walked back to where Dean and Sam were. Scoffing in exasperation, John went looking for a kettle.