An Unlikely Gang and the Weeping Angels

by oneotptorulethemall

When the famous English detective Sherlock Holmes and his companion take a holiday in America, they find a mysterious case of a Weeping Angel. Two Brothers (and their friend angel) who hunt the supernatural also begin hunting the exact same thing. And when they all bump into a funny old Doctor and his blue box, the extraordinary happens.

4. Chapter 4 - Finding An Expert

It was odd seeing an angel in the back seat of the impala. Dean didn't have to drive Castiel around, but Cas loved sitting in the back seat, listening to the classic rock and staring aimlessly out the window. His eyes followed little droplets of water cascading down the window. Sam was also looking out the window, his eyes constantly searching for something that might harm them. Dean hummed along to the Metallica song softly playing on the radio. Castiel cleared his throat loudly.
"Yes, Cas?" Dean asked, looking into the rearview mirror. Castiel leaned forward, his face close to Dean's shoulder.

"Dean you don't believe that those angels are real angels of the lord, do you?" Castiel quietly assumed. Dean shook his head.
"No way. Those guys are stone. And look at you! You're not…" Dean paused, and thought whether he meant it literally or not.

"Anyway, whatever these things are, we're gonna find it, and we're gonna kill it. No questions about it." Dean tapped on the steering wheel. His eyes peered out to the road ahead of him. Castiel seemed pleased with his answer and shrunk back into his seat, still watching the droplets dance down the glass. Sam looked down at his book and back up at Dean.

"Dean, I think I just found something. The Weeping Angels. Legend has it that the angels aren't really… of this world. This is something bigger than we expected." Sam stated. Dean shrugged.

"Well, maybe we should find an expert. At least it's not another demon." Dean chuckled. Sam agreed.

"It doesn't really say on how to kill it. And we can't turn up to the park empty handed. We should wait." Sam decided and placed the book down on his lap. He sighed and closed his eyes. He wondered how long this was going to go on for. Just another thing that needed killing before it killed anyone else.

Sam was startled by a strange noise. A kind of mechanical wooshing sound. He peered out the window. He turned to Dean and Castiel but they didn't seem to hear it. The mechanical wooshing sound grew louder and he wound down the window. And then it stopped.

"Huh. That was weird." Sam muttered to himself.

"You alright Sammy? Hearing voices are you? Again?" Dean nudged. Sam smirked at Dean but he knew what he heard. He wondered what it was and if it had anything to do with the angels…