Dean pulled the rental car up in front of a large house. It didn't look like the usually vampire scene, though Dean had never seen english vampires, for all he knew, they were all loaded. The house was modern and clean, with lots of plants and greenery out front. This clan looked like they were trying to make a good impression, unless they had come to the wrong place. Cas was standing by the large black gates that lead towards the house. He was gazing up at it absent mindedly, daydreaming in the way he often did, Dean never knew what he thought about, he assumed it was something to do with angels.
Dean started to walk towards Castiel as Sherlock, John and his brother got out of the car. When John saw Cas, standing outside the gates, his mouth fell open, he still couldn't get his head around what was happening. Sherlock's lips were pouted as he tried to understand everything. Sherlock believed in believing what you could see, and he could clearly see this man had vanished from the car and appeared here, but that made no sense, but it was true, he had seen it.
Sherlock, John and Sam walked to Cas and Dean at the gates, 'What do we do now?' asked Sherlock.
Dean looked at him, 'Detective stuff is your job man, you should know what to do. We're gonna go in, take a look around, and maybe ask some questions.'
'Yeah, let's walk into a nest of vampires and politely ask, sorry to bother you, but have you been killing women? That'll go down well.' John scorned.
'They're not going to be awake,' Dean said rolling his eyes, working with new hunters wasn't his thing, he had Sam (and Cas) and that was all he needed, 'We'll look around, see if there's any vics or evidence, bagged blood, you know? Then we'll either gank 'em, or tie 'em up and get 'em to talk.' Dean turned to Sherlock, 'Go man.'
Sherlock's brow wrinkled in confusion, 'Go what?' he asked.
'Deduce, what do'y know 'bout the vamps?'
Sherlock glanced around, 'There's nothing particularly interesting about them, at least eight people living here, all young-ish, around 25 to 30, I don't think this is their house, they stole it from someone.'
'Yeah, vampires do that.' said Sam.
The whole time Cas had been strangely quiet, 'There's something wrong here.' he finally said, 'I think there's something else here too.'
'What? A ghost?' asked Sam, confused.
'No, I sense a demonic presence.' Cas said, still looking up at the house, deep in thought.
Dean and Sam glanced at each other, 'Did you bring your angel knife?' Dean asked, Sam nodded, 'Demon blade?' he asked Dean, who also nodded.
'Why would demons and vamps be working together?' Sam wondered. In all Sam's time as a hunter, he didn't think he had ever heard of demons and vampires working together, the Leviathan had tried to make deals with all the alphas, but that was kind of different, unless they were both planning to double cross each other. Monsters working together was just plain strange, and it might make things a little more complicated.
'Okay, if Cas says there's demons in there, there's demons,' said Dean to Sherlock and John, 'I think you too should get anti-possession tattoos if you wanna come with us.'
'No.' said John simply, 'I'm not getting a tattoo because a lunatic thinks I should.'
Dean turned to him annoyed, 'Look man, I'm getting real tired of this, what more proof do you need? You're being worse than Sherl over there, you saw Cas disappear in front of you, why can't you just trust us?'
'Must we get tattoos?' Sherlock asked, wondering if they should just go home.
'Well, I suppose we could just draw them on you.' Sam said, trying to reason between the annoyed Dean and detectives.
Dean turned to Sam and nodded, 'That'll work. Cas, do you have any angel blades you could give to these two?'
Cas turned to him, and smiled, he liked when he could help Dean, 'I'll be right back.' Castiel disappeared then re-appeared about five seconds later with two long silver blades in his hand. He held them out to the two men, Sherlock thanked him absent-mindedly, John took it in silence.
Sherlock still didn't know what to think of the whole affair, he knew the Winchesters weren't lying, and Castiel was clearly not human, though it was hard to believe what they were telling him, angels, demons, vampires, it wasn't logical, but they were telling the truth. Dean took John's hand and rolled up his sleeve, drew a symbol, then lowered it again. He then did the same for Sherlock.
'Okay,' said Sam, 'I think we're all set.'
