Chapter 4
Sherlock opens his magnifying glass and searches the bodies for clues. Struggle marks, punctures, organ failure, none of the typical symptoms appear. Sam and Dean search the house for anything "supernatural" while John stood watching Sherlock, obviously not pleased with their behavior.
"You really trust them.. those...thoseā¦..those american boys?" John questions. Sherlock looks up from his work,"I wouldn't say trust, just assisting. And besides, this is not a normal case, John, you must have recognized that by now."
"Yeah, I have, but there's something about them that just puts me on my toes. Somethingā¦..not natural."
"Well John hate to be too obvious but I believe those boys believe that a demon is the one killing these people. When we got out of the car they were closing the trunk but I caught a glimpse of what was inside it. They had rock salt, holy water, and lots of iron axes. Those are the kind of things that you would use to kill a demon."
"What? Demons don't exist! They are just as fake as fairies and unicorns!"
"Well there have been crimes that are simply explainable. Like that one murder where there were fifteen dead bodies but no evidence except a demonic sign made of blood on the floor. Maybe, just maybe they do exist."
"You too ass-butts gonna help us or not?" asked Dean, picking up holy water and putting it into a spray bottle.
"Ass-butts? Where did you ever come up with that? It's means the same thing! You Americans are so wretched!" cried out John."I am done with all of this 'human hunters' bull crap! Why won't you tell us your real profession and why you had holy water and rock salt in the back of your trunk?"
"Okay, chill out! We are about to tell you something that not a lot of people know about, we are the type of hunters that kill demons, ghosts, and everything else that falls into that category of 'Supernatural'. So will you help us or not?" explains Sam.
"Do you expect us to believe that there are actual ghosts and demons out there?! This is all stupid and out of control, and you all are going to take us back to 221B right now! There is a murder on the loose and we are here, just sitting around trying to hunt-" John was cut off by a loud scream coming from behind him. He and Sherlock turned around to find a women standing next to the dead bodies.
"Hello boys. Sorry to burst in like this, but I am looking for Dean and Sam. I saw the Impala and knew that they had to be here somewhere, if you mind pointing me in their direction, that would be great," said the unknown women.
"Who are you? And why do you need Dean and Sam?" Asked Sherlock, knowing that this woman is dangerous in some way.
"Well my name is Meg, and I need them because I have to solve some unresolved issues that involve them," replied Meg, getting impatient.
"Well hello again Meg, it's good to see you. Sam and I were starting to get a little worried about you. So tell me, how is it down in Hell this time of season?" Dean smirked and pushed Sherlock and John into the hall. "Look, go to the car and get in. Do not drive away, do not touch anything, just get in and sit still, got that? Now go, before you get killed."
Sherlock and John went out the back door and ran to the Impala. Once they were inside the car they heard a woman, possibly Meg, scream and gunshots. John and Sherlock just sat there, not knowing what to do.
