Dean sighed. "Sammy…" He tried, stunned. Sam was just as confused. How did this man know so much about them? Was he a hunter too? What question?
"Uh… Maybe he is just another hunter… What does he mean by the whole question thing…?" Sam stuttered, pausing after each word.
"I don't know man, but I say we find out." Dean hissed. He had no other choice. He had to follow this man, see if he knew anything. He didn't like it, but if it came down to it he might just have to torture the guy. He was obviously hiding something from them, and the Winchester boys didn't like it one bit. They darted into the Impala, driving off in the direction the Doctor had gone. They were just about to give up when they passed a small apartment, labeled 221 B. The mysterious man had briskly opened the door and stepped in.
"I say we follow him," Sam growled, a husky voice making each word sound menacing. The boys got out of the car, loaded their guns, and kicked down the door. They were expecting to find a hunter's den or something, but all they saw was a staircase leading up to a door that was labeled, "Holmes and Watson".
"Maybe the dude has a girlfriend…" Dean guessed.
Sam rolled his eyes and cocked his gun. "That's not important. All we know is that this guy's last name is Holmes, maybe Watson. Lets call Garth, maybe he knows something…" he trailed. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and dialed Garth's number. It rang a couple times, and then Garth picked up. "Yeah, hey Garth, Its Sam Winchester. We need you to research some guy under the name Holmes or Watson. Yeah, Dude wears a trench coat, has a girl with him. Brown hair, said something about a question…? Yeah, thanks dude. Talk to you later."
Dean scoffed and kicked down the second door, gun in hand. There was the man that had talked to him earlier, the one with the black curly hair. The girl Dean had flirted with was sitting across from him, her head resting on the mysterious man's shoulder. The Winchesters couldn't believe it; everything was so calm. But, they knew what they had to do, and put a bullet through the leg of the man who had known so much about them. The man blacked out instantly, and the blonde girl screamed, a high-pitched shrill.