"Alright," Dean clapped his hands together and pivoted on his heels to face Sam and Sherlock, "How do we find this Malvo dude?"
"I've got no idea, man. From what the demon said it seems like we have to wait till Frederick tries to garter them again," Sam said.
Sherlock started walking back towards the broken window, "Follow me."
Sam and Dean jogged to catch up to Sherlock as he was climbing out of the window. By the time they made it into the alley, Sherlock had already started hailing a cab.
"Wait," Sam said as they caught up, "Where are we going?"
"To find some hunters," Sherlock opened the door and slid into the cab.
Sam and Dean glanced at each other before hopping in after the detective. Sherlock told the cabbie the address and they pulled away from the curb. Sam watched the city pass by, easier to see in the daylight. The afternoon was blocked by heavy gray clouds, it smelt like rain was coming.
"Okay, Cheekbones," Dean leaned forward in his seat, "What's your plan?"
"We're going to see if any other hunters have know about Malvo," Sherlock looked out the window opposite from Sam as the Winchester turned his head.
"Yeah, but where?" Sam asked. Sherlock's barely acknowledged him all day and it was starting to get to him. Although, this wasn't the time to bring it up.
Before Sherlock could answer, the cab slowed to a stop in front of an old brick building. Once they had gotten out of the cab, Sherlock opened the buildings wooden door and stepped inside. The brothers followed close behind. There was a long bar on one side of the room and tables scattered throughout. It smelled like beer and grease. The dozen people inside froze and turned to face the newcomers.
"Sherlock!" A man sitting on a bar stool smiled and waved at Sherlock, who rolled his eyes and waved back. The others in the room relaxed.
Dean looked at Sherlock in astonishment. No way people were that happy to see this asshole.
Sherlock looked up at Dean, "I got him off of a murder charge for killing a vampire by dismissing questionable evidence."
Dean's mouth made an 'o' as he nodded, "How come everybody else like you too?"
Sam smacked Dean's arm as Sherlock walked up to the bar. Dean rubbed his arm and smacked Sam back. Sam glared, his brother just shrugged. Sherlock jessy ignored them as he went to speak to the bartender.
"Myers, I need to ask you some questions."
The large man turned to face the detective, "What do you wanna know?"
"I need to know if you have anything on a demon called Malvo or Frederick," Sherlock placed his hands on the counter.
"Heard of the names," The man said, "Also hear Malvo puts up one hell of a fight and Frederick is as clever as they come."
Sherlock smirked, "Is that so?"
"You oughta be careful though, those two can be a real pain in the a-" Myers was interrupted by a loud bang.
Sherlock twirled around to see Sam and Dean on the floor, wrestling, with turned over tables all around them.
"Bitch!"
"Jerk!"
"Sherlock, mind controlling your friends?" A woman called out from one for the tables.
Sherlock groaned, walking over to the brothers, "Sam, Dean, quit acting like idiots and get some work done."
"Sam and Dean? Your last name wouldn't happen to be 'Winchester', would it?" The man at the bar laughed, a few other hunters laughed with him.
Dean stood up and shifted around awkwardly, "Ummm, yeah."
Dead silence
Sam raised an eyebrow, "Our last name is Winchester, why?"
The other patrons started whispering to each other.
"Why do their names matter?" Sherlock glanced around at the people he had previously helped for some assistance.
The woman at the table looked up at him, "What? You mean you don't know?"
One man chuckled, "I can't believe it's actually them. I heard you were dead."
"Yeah, we kinda had to go under the radar," Sam explained.
"Wait, why are their names important?" Sherlock practically shouted out in annoyance.
"These are the blokes who stopped the apocalypse," A man at the table said.
Sam looked around at them, "How do you guys know about that? It's not really like we told anyone."
"Word of mouth," The woman explained, "From demons mostly, but we managed to piece the story together."
"An angel here or there might have mentioned something about it," Another hunter added.
"Alright, so you guys know about us," Dean pointed at the still confused Sherlock, "But how do you know Cheekbones?"
The hunters laughed at the nickname, the female spoke first, "I met him when we were both trying to track a shifter. Managed to find the bastard pretty quickly so I could finish the job."
"It was a vamp with me."
"He helped me with a big mess of ghosts."
They went around the room sharing a few stories about their adventures with Sherlock and John.
Dean chuckled and nudged Sherlock with his elbow, "You're pretty famous."
Sherlock pushed his elbow away, "I need to know all of the information you have on the demons Frederick and Malvo."
Silence
I wanted show what Sherlock's been doing and some of the hunters he's met along the way. The next chapter will be seeing what John and Cas are doing. Should I do a cute Sam and Sherlock moment or a cute Dean and Sherlock moment next I'm a little torn about this scene that I'm writing. Anyway I hope you enjoyed!
