A/N Some Dean and Sherlock interaction in this one and a little bit of Johnlock for you shippers out there ;)
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Dean looked over at his sleeping brother in the bed next to him "Sammy?" he tested to see how deeply asleep his brother was and he smiled when he didn't stir.
With Sam asleep and Castiel gone doing some angel crap up in heaven, which left Dean free to go back and investigate the case without the chance of that invasive Brit being there.
So without a second thought he grabbed his car keys and jacket then headed out the door to his baby "Alright, middle of the night case, no biggy." Dean murmured to himself as he got into the driver's seat and turned the ignition and the Impala rumbled into life.
"Come on baby, let's catch ourselves a monster."
Sherlock glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table.
1:30AM
His eyes flickered over to his partner who was sound asleep and snoring in the bed beside him.
The detective didn't really like the layout of these rooms, it meant he couldn't really do anything unless he wanted to wake John because it was essentially just one room with a small bathroom attached, other than that everything else was in the one room, including the beds; and John was not someone you wanted to mess with when he was tired, even if you were Sherlock Holmes.
"Bored." Sherlock muttered to himself as he lay on his own bed, still fully clothed and wide awake like usual when there was a case.
After a moment of lying there a sudden idea came to mind and he leapt to his feet. He could go back to the crime scene now those meddling Americans would be sure to be asleep and solve the case by morning.
"Excellent." Sherlock smiled, pulled his shoes on then dashed out the door, heading for the main road to catch a taxi.
Dean arrived at the crime scene in ten minutes from when he left the motel and parked the Impala somewhere she would be hidden.
"I'll be back soon baby." He whispered as he turned off the ignition and stepped outside, closing the door behind him softly.
The hunter then made his way to the crime scene which was now deserted.
Dean was quite happy with his clever plan's outcome until he saw that the body was gone "Son of a bitch." He muttered. Now he'd have to find out where the body was taken and go to the morgue which would take up more time and he just wanted to get back to his well-deserved break.
"Stupid Brits." He muttered to himself as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his EMF meter which he switched on then started to scan the area for any signs of EMF.
As he was doing this however a tall figure was stalking towards him, unnoticed by the hunter who kept on searching the area.
"What are you doing?" Sherlock's voice broke the quiet night air
Dean jumped at the sudden sound and almost dropped his EMF meter. His green eyes flickered up and narrowed in hatred as they landed on Sherlock "You…"
He shoved the contraption in his pocket and stormed over to the man "What are you doing here? I have this covered so why don't you go back to whatever little English village you're from and leave this to the professionals?"
Sherlock raised an eyebrow "Firstly I am from London which is no 'little English village' and secondly, I don't think you do have this covered considering you've missed some obvious evidence here." He bent down and picked up some strands of what looked like hair and held them up to show Dean.
Dean furrowed his eyebrows, reluctant to listen to anything the guy said but he decided to listen just this once and crouched down beside him, looking at the hair "Not human." He said instantly and Sherlock nodded.
"Correct. Appears to be from a dog or similar."
"It's from a were-" Dean stopped suddenly. Was telling this strange mind reader about monsters a good idea or did he already know about them? Maybe he did and he was just testing him.
"I'm waiting for you to finish your sentence." Sherlock interrupted his thoughts in an impatient tone.
"It's from a werewolf." Dean sighed, deciding to give the man a pinch of trust and tell him what he was thinking but that was as far as he was going to go.
Sherlock laughed "A werewolf? Really?" he shook his head and walked in a circle "You Americans are denser than I thought."
Within seconds there was a knife at Sherlock's throat and despite not showing it he felt a twinge of fear enter his heart. He had not been expecting that kind of reaction although he knew by this point he probably should have guessed that Dean didn't take jokes very well considering his erratic reaction earlier.
"Listen buddy. I'm not expecting you to believe me, I'm just answering your question so you don't keep bugging me so don't mock me."
"Joking." Sherlock threw up his hands in mock surrender after Dean's hissed threat "Sorry if I offended you, I didn't mean anything by it."
Dean huffed and said nothing as he removed the knife and went back to scanning the area for EMF just incase despite being sure by now that it wasn't a ghost.
"You know you never answered my question and that is considered rude." Sherlock piped up, leaning against a wall and watching Dean.
The hunter rolled his eyes as he remembered Sherlock's enquiry about the meter a few minutes ago however he didn't feel like telling him about it after all his smart ass comments and insults so he just ignored him and continued surveying the scene.
Sherlock sighed "Fine, be like that." He then went about his own inspecting of the scene.
John had been fast asleep for a few hours and he barely stirred when Sherlock left, used to having to sleep through noises after having lived with him for a few years now but when the detective had been gone for around an hour he started to stir again.
It had been awhile since he'd been in Afghanistan and the worst of the nightmares had passed but John still had them occasionally.
Flashes of blood and destruction which left the sounds of gunshots and his screaming comrades ringing in his ears as he bolted awake in a cold sweat.
Usually he got over it within half an hour but it used to take him hours and even then he sometimes couldn't shake the horror from his mind and would spend all day half zoned out from reality with this frightened look in his eyes.
Sherlock always knew when it was one of those days. He could tell instantly with just one glance at his friend and despite John seeming to not even notice his attempts at breaking him out of it, the blogger really did appreciate it and those moments were some that he actually treasured. Moments where Sherlock put down his emotional barriers for just a few minutes and tried so hard to get John out of his own head and although they were sometimes laughable at how ridiculous his attempts were, they were also kind of sweet.
Although John would never dare mention this because then Sherlock would probably never speak to him again so he just quietly appreciated the moments which had been growing more frequent recently. John wasn't sure why but the nightmares had been getting worse again recently and more than twice this week Sherlock had had to snap him out of it.
John put it down to them being in a foreign country where the little home comfort he had back at 221B was lost, however Sherlock of course thought it was something more and kept bugging him about calling his therapist but John refused. They were supposed to be on holiday, he could handle a few nightmares until they got back home without calling for emotional assistance.
The gunshots had started ringing through his head the minute Sherlock had left but John had managed to ignore it up until the point when the visions had him tossing and turning in bed with restlessness and he finally managed to wake up, gasping and shaking.
John sat there for a few minutes just remembering how to breathe again, sitting with his head between his knees and the second he was breathing properly again he grabbed his phone and speed dialed Sherlock by instinct. He could tell he wasn't here and he honestly wasn't surprised. Sherlock's middle of the night adventures were hardly uncommon but that didn't mean John had to like them.
Sherlock was knelt on the ground, inspecting some dust when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Usually he would ignore it but John's frequent nightmares made him concerned enough to stop his investigation to answer it.
"John?"
"Sherlock-"the shaky voice at the other end of the phone replied
"Did you have another one?" Sherlock questioned, staring off into space as he listened to John's labored breathing on the line.
"Y-yes…but if you're doing something important I can-"
Sherlock was already on his feet and heading towards the main road to get a taxi "No, I was done anyway. I met up with the American from earlier, the one who tried to punch me."
Talking about something else was one of the best ways to calm John down, Sherlock had learnt so he made sure to keep talking about the case instead of the nightmare.
"Apparently he thinks it was a werewolf." Sherlock gave a quiet laugh "A werewolf John!"
He heard an almost chuckle from John and he smiled a little, barely glancing at the approaching taxi and just raising his arm automatically to get its attention.
"Anyway I just got a taxi, I'll be back soon." Sherlock said as the taxi pulled up in front of him, preferring not to talk to John in front of the taxi driver; he knew how nosy they could be and he couldn't be bothered to answer the driver's invasive questions right now.
"Alright…see you."
Sherlock hung up the phone and got into the taxi "The sunlight motel, quick as you can."
