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The group sat around the living room of 221B in complete silence. The majority of the room was in shock. They had returned safely and, after much cursing and arguing, had each explained why they were there and what their world was like. The only member of the faculty smiling was Castiel, who had been under the impression that wizardry had died out years ago and was now pleasantly surprised. After trying to ask questions and being told to shut it by Dean, he now sat in comfortable silence. The rest, however, were still adjusting.
"Tea?" John asked awkwardly.
"Really, John?" Sherlock pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Guess we're in this together, then." Ron said. He cleared his throat. "Our and your world are in incredible danger."
"Ah. And you just expect us to just buy this bullshit?" Dean asked. Sam elbowed him.
"What he's saying is...we would like some proof."
Hermione humphed, not quite impressed by Dean's attitude. "Oppugno." She muttered with a smirk. Suddenly, the three teacups on the table began ferociously smacking Dean in the head like confused, porcelain birds. Castiel laughed and Sam did his best to suppress a smirk. Sherlock enjoyed the show thoroughly, but kept a straight face, while John let a few snickers slip through.
"Ow-ow-I get it, I get it!" Dean cried, grabbing a couch pillow and hitting them back. Hermione settled the teacups graciously back down onto their tray, and Dean glared at them, rubbing his head.
"What are you guys doing in England anyway?" Ginny asked. "If you're hunters, shouldn't you be sticking to your own territory?"
"Apparently, there's a large outbreak of demonic signs and possessions here in London." Sam explained. "There seem to be seven main spots, all distanced from each other, where demon activity is rising pretty quickly-"
"That's it!" Harry cried. "It can't be a coincidence."
"Care to explain?" Sam asked politely.
"That's what he must be using for extra insurance. Demons." Harry turned to Sam. "Alright, I'm about to go over this in great detail very quickly, I need you to keep up."
The three nodded.
"Okay, so we are from the Wizarding world. There once was a very powerful and tyrannical wizard- all for purification of blood and superior races and all that. He was defeated years ago, but a recent amount of activity from his former followers are leading us to believe that he had a successor who is carrying on his master's work. He is using something we refer to as horcruxes to remain basically immortal. You split your soul into pieces and hide those pieces in an object of some kind, usually only or two, but this bloke has split his into seven. He must be employing the use of demons as further insurance for his horcruxes. He's rather cunning-"
"And just who is this A-grade asshole?" Dean interrupted.
"We...we don't know. That's what we're trying to figure out. That's why we're working with these guys." He jerked his thumb at John and Sherlock, who looked weary.
"So you're telling me you have no idea who these things belong to, or who that person may be? Well that's just fantastic." Dean stood up, and starting pacing. "Why is this even important anyways?"
"Because if he succeeds, he will singlehandedly enslave the entire muggle world." Hermione said quietly.
Castiel leaned over to Dean and Sam. "By muggles she means people without magical powers, like you two, and Sherlock and John, and-"
"Yeah, thanks Cas, we get it!" Dean snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose. Sam smiled reassuringly at Cas and then turned to face the group again. "Okay, so we're all essentially working as a team now. You guys have no idea how to fight off demons and whatever the hell else is guarding these, uh, horcruxes. And we need you guys to track down the demons and destroy their central pieces, so…"
"So, looks like we'll be staying in England for longer than we thought," Dean murmured. "Just fantastic."
A collective silence filled the room, and each member of the group was submerged into their own thoughts. Although nothing had been said, a silent agreement was formed; they were allies against a mutual enemy. Ginny rested her head on Harry's lap, and Ron's head lolled onto Hermione's shoulder. Sam frowned and pointed at the couples questioningly, and Sherlock nodded.
The silence was broken by Ron yawning loudly and Harry groaning as he stretched out his legs. Cas stood up and went to the window. "It's getting late, he sighed. "Get some dinner and then rest; we have a lot of work to do in the morning."
"No rest for the wicked, Cas," Dean groaned, getting up and patting the angel's back half-heartedly. "Like you said, we've got work to do."
"Well, we're gonna need some more sleeping bags." John said. "I'll ask Mrs. Hudson to start dinner soon."
Despite Dean's eagerness to continue work, after dinner the group began stretching and yawning, and slowly began returning to their appropriate lodgings. Before she entered her room, Hermione grabbed Dean's arm.
"I wanted to apologize for that move earlier. It was juvenile and spiteful."
Dean shrugged. "It's fine, kid. I tend to piss a lot of people off" He paused. "And demons for that matter."
Hermione chuckled. "Well, I guess none of it matters anymore. We're a team now."
"Oh, don't start on me with all that goodwill shit. I'll see you in the morning." He laughed as she closed the door behind her. Ron was sitting up in bed, looking out the window. Hermione sat next to him.
"You alright?" She asked him.
"I just...it's all so scary. Just when you believe you're done for good, you're sucked right back in. This didn't end well last time, for anyone." He said wearily. "We lost so much last time this happened."
Hermione sat in silence. She knew he was thinking of Fred, and with a pang, felt his grief. She swallowed, keeping her tears at bay. "Ron, I know. Believe me...part of me wanted to run away the moment we proposed this trip. But the other part of me reminded me that this is what I was born to do. And I wouldn't rather be anywhere else than here, with Harry, Ginny, and you." She placed a hand on his cheek and smiled weakly. "We'll be okay."
He smiled before going in for a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him lightly.
"Now let's forget about this for a little while." She whispered in his ear with a small smirk.
In the next room over, Harry lay down next to Ginny. They both faced each other, and she intertwined her fingers with his. He noticed there were tear streaks down her face.
"Ginny?" He whispered, concerned. "What's wrong?"
"I thought it was over when we killed him." She whispered. "I lost you once Harry...I couldn't do it again. Never again."
Harry leaned over and pressed his lips against her's softly. "This time won't be like last time, I promise."
She smiled and snuggled into his chest. "I love you, Harry Potter."
"I love you too, Ginny Weasley."
In the living room, John and Sherlock got ready for bed; John in the armchair and Sherlock on the couch. Sherlock noticed that John sat awake and alert.
"Just so you know," John said gruffly. "I appreciate your concerned about me and Mary. I...I called her last night. Left a voicemail. We're er…..we're getting a divorce."
"I am not a marriage counselor." Sherlock replied. He suddenly felt guilty about the quick response. "I'm sorry, John. I know this hasn't ended the way you wanted it to, but you need to be honest with yourself. Honesty is the only way we're solving any of this." He paused, and there was silence. "But I truly am sorry. And...and I am here. Always."
"I'm not sorry. It needed to be done." John replied curtly. "And...thank you. But you've always been here Sherlock...and I thank you for that."
Sherlock nodded awkwardly, and buried himself underneath his duvet.
"Goodnight, John." His muffled voice came from the couch.
Castiel, Sam, and Dean were all lying on the kitchen floor in sleeping bags. Sam's faint snores assured the other two that he was completely out of it.
"Dean?"
Dean sighed. "Yes, Cas?"
"I'm cold."
"Aren't you an angel? Does that stuff affect you?"
"For your information, temperature and climate changes do make us uncomfortable from time to time."
"Well what am I meant to do about it? You don't need sleep, I do."
"Could you...come over here? Body heat is proven to be the best way to survive harsh winters. Until you invented fire and central heating, it was the only thing you could use. I remember watching you all evolve; the discovery of fire caused great distress amongst the angels, as you know-"
"Alright, alright, just shut up already." Dean agreed gruffly. He picked up his sleeping bag and laid himself next to the angel, who had taken off the trench coat and was now in a white t-shirt.
"You need to be closer, being that far back makes no difference." Cas said.
"I'm not spooning you, if that's what you want." Dean's voice came from behind him. Cas turned onto his back and shuffled over, so that their sleeping bags could almost touch.
"I never said that. Just get closer." Cas said in that purely analytical tone he saved for awkward subjects.
Dean huffed and scooted over, so that the sleeping bags slightly overlapped. Castiel's head rested close to Dean's, and through the sleeping bags their legs touched.
"Night, Cas." Dean said quickly, not wanting to disturb him.
"Goodnight, Dean."
And with that, the inhabitants of 221B surrendered to sleep.
