Squashed into a not overly large rental car was the Winchester brothers, an angel, a consulting detective and his blogger. Sherlock was in the front seat, as he insisted on being. Dean was driving, as he always did. John Watson was sitting the the middle between Cas and Sam, they all seemed very uncomfortable and shuffled awkwardly. John still had no idea what was going on, or why he was in a car going with them to 'slay vampires', but John and Sherlock were a team, well, sort of, and John wanted to see some action, however crazy.
Cas turned to John, 'You look like you feel uncomfortable. Why do you feel uncomfortable?' he demanded.
John sighed, 'Because you think you're an angel.'
'I am an angel,' Cas said sounding confused.
'He is,' added in Sam, 'How come you don't just zap to the hideout? There would be more space in the car if you did.'
'No,' said Castiel, 'hunters don't 'zap', they have to drive, and I'm a hunter now, Sam.'
Sam smirked, 'Hunters can zap if they want.'
'You can zap?' asked Castiel, excited.
'No, I mean, you could be a, never mind.'
In the front, Dean and Sherlock were talking, 'So Sherl -' Dean started, but Sherlock interrupted abruptly, 'Don't call me that.'
'Fine, Sherlock, can you really do all the deducing stuff that they say you can?' Dean asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.
'I did that at the crime scene.'
'I know, I know,' said Dean, 'but, like, what else can you tell? Like, um...Do I have a girlfriend?'
'No.'
'Do I have a car?'
'Yes.'
'What car?' Dean asked, excited now.
''67 Chevy Impala.' Sherlock said smoothly.
'How'dya do that?' Dean asked in awe.
'I googled you both before you arrived. Seems you have caused a lot of trouble, and died a few times, many people say they owe you their lives though, so I suppose your trustworthy. I also found a book series, I think it was about you boys, is everything in there true?'
Dean looked down, 'Lets not talk about the books okay.' Sherlock smirked, and assumed that they were all true, which was surprising considering what was in there.
'You stopped the apocalypse?' Sherlock asked, amazed and in disbelieving scorn.
'Dude! Don't talk about the books, but yeah, we did. I've read some of John's blog, you do some really cool crime solving stuff.'
'I do 'cool crime solving stuff'? I think I do a little more than that, and if we're not talking about your books, we are not talking about John's blog.' There was silence for a few minutes.
'Did you know there are people on the internet who 'ship' you and the 'angel'?' Sherlock asked.
Dean turned to him, 'Did you know there's people on the internet who 'ship' you and John?'
John turned at the sound of his name, and rolled his eyes, 'For God's sake, for the last time, I'm not gay! I'm married! I have a child!'
Dean smirked, 'Well I'm not gay either, me and Cas are just friends, and anyways Sherl, he is an actual angel, he can do magic and tell you about heaven and stuff.'
Cas looked sadly at Dean, 'We're only friends?'
Dean shifted uncomfortably, 'Yeah, what else would we be?'
Castiel's face fell, 'I thought we were best friends.'
'Oh, that's what you meant, yeah, we totally are dude.' Cas's face returned to a smile at the words, and he stared happily out of the window.
'Cars are an incredible thing,' Castiel marvelled after some time of silence, 'I wish I still had mine.'
'I'm glad you don't.' muttered Dean, Castiel's car made him look like an '80s pimp.
Finally, Sherlock couldn't take it anymore, 'Castiel, that's your name, correct?'
'Correct,' said Cas cautiously.
'Who are you?' Sherlock asked.
'I'm...Castiel' he said, confused.
'No! I mean, what's you job? Things like that I can't tell anything about you.'
'I'm an angel,' said Castiel.
'Who are you really?' Sherlock asked slightly threateningly.
Castiel turned to Sam, 'I think I'm going to, as you said, 'zap', I'm not to fond of these people.' And with that, Cas was gone. Sherlock and John stared open mouthed at the empty seat the man had just vanished from.
'So, yeah, again, Cas is an angel, we hunt monsters, and right now, we're all going to go hunt, and hopefully kill a big pack of vampires.' Dean smiled at their confusion, 'Boy! I love London.'
John's mouth was still wide open, 'Did no-one else see that? A man just vanished!'
'Yeah,' said Sam, 'he does that a lot.'
