The basement of the magnificent house was dark, damp, and reeked, though Castiel couldn't be sure quite what of. Human smells were always foreign to him, even when he had been human; identifying what was appealing or appalling had been a challenge, just like many other human actions. Being a human was so alien to Castiel, and he was glad he no longer carried that burden, even if the grace he did possess was stolen from another angel, it was better than having none at all, and seeing as his grace was stole, it was only fair he stole one in return.
Walking down the creaky, old, wooden stairs gave Cas a certain thrill, it was exciting to hunt, especially with the Winchesters by his side. The new pair of people Castiel wasn't too sure of yet though, and why they were he he wasn't quite sure. Though, the tall one did seem vaguely intelligent, so Castiel assumed they were alright, and Dean liked him, so he must be.
The trio reached the bottom of the stairs, the rom was large and the only light was a narrow strip from the window in the far corner, Castiel assumed this was normal, considering vampires disliked sunlight. Surrounding them were hammocks and a few mattresses on floors. There were people, well, vampires, sleeping, some snoring gently. Sam went over to an open computer, and looked at the history.
'We were right,' he whispered, 'They were using the dating site.'
'But where are the girls? Or girl?' asked John, 'Where's the blood?'
Sam scanned the room, and pointed to a large industrial refrigerator in the left hand corner, 'There.'
John scoffed, 'That could have anything in it.'
Sam rolled his eyes and strided across the room, he opened the fridge to show it full of bagged blood. It was very full, Castiel doubted another bag would have fitted in. He turned to John and studied him, he appeared to be feeling sick, judging from the look that had come across his face.
Sam held his arms out openly, 'Need any more proof?' he asked, not as quietly as he should have. John shook his head as Sam walked back to them.
'The girl isn't down here, so we have to look 'round the rest of the house incase she is still alive.' Sam then went on to instruct.
On the first floor of the house, Sherlock and Dean were searching, they walked silently, though they both were comfortable. Neither of them enjoy small talk, they both just wanted to get the job done and go home. The more Sherlock was around Dean Winchester, the more he realised their similarities. They both cared for their partner, his being John, Dean's being Sam, and Castiel. They both had an unfortunate past, he assumed Dean had an unfortunate past from his general attitude, and he had read up on him, the books were quite detailed. They could both fight if they had to, and Sherlock assumed they would, but quite what he didn't yet know. Of course, there were major obvious difference, but Sherlock felt Dean was someone he could easily work well with, though he hoped that hunting vampires wouldn't become a regular thing for him.
Dean was surprised with how easily Sherlock Holmes was taking the whole 'hunting monsters' thing, usually people called you insane and walked away from it. He had assumed Sherlock would do the same, especially 'cos of his whole deductions and stuff. More importantly, Dean was excited to be working with the Sherlock Holmes. He wouldn't say he loved the guy, but he did read the blog a little more than occasionally and thought he was cool with all the solving crimes.
Still in silence, the pair walked into a large living room. On the floor was a rug made of some sort of expensive looking fabric, and a large chandelier hung from the ceiling. There were three spacious sofas facing a giant flatscreen television. There didn't seem to be anyone in there.
'Someone was here a minute ago.' Sherlock said.
Dean turned to him, 'No they weren't why d'you think that?'
Sherlock rolled his eyes as if it was mind-blowingly obvious, 'The lights are still on.'
Dean looked up, 'So? They could have been on for days.'
'The candle on the table is lit.' Sherlock sighed, perhaps him and Dean weren't so similar after all, how could he not see how obvious was someone had been here?
Dean straightened up, 'Okay, if someone was just here, they must have gone 'cos they knew were were coming. Most likely seeing as they just disappeared, it was a demon. Probably gone to fetch a higher authority, who ever that is.'
'Hello Boys.' Sherlock and Dean Winchester turned to see Crowley standing in front of the in his regular suit, his hands tucked into his pockets. Dean pulled out his knife, Crowley smirked. He looked at them confused, 'Where's Moose?' he asked, then looked towards Sherlock, 'Who this guy?'