The Doctor closed his eyes.
He only did it for a moment, but the other three noticed. To John, he looked sad. Definitely not a good thing.
"Doctor?"
"Yes. Sorry," he turned back to the sniper. Focus! "What do you know about Sherlock Holmes?"
"What, that loon that killed himself?" Nate gave an ugly smirk, trying to provoke them. John tensed and the Winchesters flinched, but the Doctor had steeled himself.
"No, I mean our friend, who we think may have been forced into doing what he did."
"Oh, that guy," said Nate sarcastically.
"So he was forced. Excellent. Do you know anything about that?"
"Well, I wouldn't tell you if I did, would I?"
The Doctor sighed, and gave a nod to Dean, who had already rolled up his sleeves, frowning determinedly.
