Sherlock, Sam, Dean, and Castiel pop up in a booth at a diner. Sherlock looks around at the change of setting and is petrified. He tries to hold his composure because he's seconds away from panic. He just sits there eyes widened, staring at Castiel across from him. Sam and Dean let out a sigh of relief.
"Wooh! That was too close Cas! In the nick of time! Thanks!" exclaimed Dean.
"You're welcome, Dean." said the monotone Castiel.
Sam turns to Cas next to him and asks "Why'd you bring us to a diner, Cas?"
"I was hungry."
Sam: "That makes three of us then. Are you hungry, Sherlock?"
Sherlock still looks petrified, near terrified out of his mind, never taking his eyes of Cas and his near blank expression.
"Sherlock, you okay?" asked a concerned Dean.
A waitress came by to take their order.
"Hello gentlemen! When'd ya'll come in? I didn't see ya'll come in?"
Sam answers "Uh...we're just super sneaky is all!" He chuckles. "I mean you know the motto!"
"Best damn diner in Cardiff?" The waitress
"Oh God..." groans Sherlock.
The waitress looks confused. "Uh...is your friend okay? He doesn't look to hot."
"Um...don't mind him. He just hasn't ate today." Sam answered.
"Oh, well you've all come to the right place! Can I take your order?" the waitress asked.
"Yeah, I'd have some pancakes, waffles, and sausages. With a coke." said Dean.
The waitress took out a notepad out of her pocket and wrote that down.
"And I'll have some bacon, an omelet, and some coffee." said Sam.
She writes that down as well.
"I'll have a milkshake with a cheeseburger." said Castiel.
Sherlock, still eyes stern on Castiel, raised an eyebrow to that. He already saw it strange he was sitting across from an angel. Now he's sitting across from an angel who eats cheeseburgers and milkshakes for breakfast.
"That's a little strange for a breakfast, but okay pal." She said, writing down on her notepad. "How bout you?" She turns to Sherlock. Sherlock is still too petrified to even speak, eyes on Cas. "Sir?" she asked with concern.
"He'll have a glass of water with...um... eggs and hashbrowns with toast." Dean answered for him.
The waitress shrugged, still writing it down. "He a mute or something?"
"He's just had a rough week. Let's leave it at that." Sam answered.
The waitress shrugged. "Okay then...be back in a flash with your breakfast!" She said with a smile.
When she went away, Sam spoke. "So...I guess we might as well take some time to get properly acquainted. Cas, this is our client Sherlock Holmes, the world's only consulting detective. Sherlock, this is Castiel, our angel friend."
"Hello." Castiel said to Sherlock.
Sherlock, in a sort of concealed panic, leaped up and bolted out the diner door.
The three men sat there with a state of confusion. "He's a rather strange man. Is he going to be okay?" Castiel asked. Dean shrugged, looking at Sam.
"I'll get him." Sam got up out of his seat and headed out the door.
He saw Sherlock walking fast down the road. "Sherlock!" He shouted running to him. Sherlock didn't stop. Sam finally caught up with him. "What's up with you?" he asked. Sherlock stopped, turning to Sam.
"What's wrong with me? My life has gone mad, THAT'S what's up with me! Everywhere I go, it's like the world is trying to test my intelligence! My insanity!" Sherlock raises his voice in a shriveled panic.
"Take it easy Sherlock." Sam asked calmly, trying to put his hand on Sherlock's shoulder.
"Don't tell me to take it easy!" he swats his hand away. "For the last week, I've encountered angels, demons, hunters, and a dead man! I've traded fists with that dead man in the body of my friend! Nothing is making sense! I haven't even been able to make a single deduction that made sense! Now I'm having breakfast with an angel from heaven that enjoys cheeseburgers and milkshakes? We were in London not even five minutes ago and now we're 152 miles away from it in Cardiff?!"
"Cas can just teleport us back-" Sam speaks, but Sherlock interrupts. "No! No more teleporting for me, thank you!" He said in panicked sarcasm. "It didn't feel right during and I...just...that's beside that point anyway! You don't understand! Everything I've never believed in is coming to life and you expect me to take it easy?!"
Sam sighs. "So what? You're just gonna leave because things don't make sense? You think you can find John by yourself?"
"Yes! All I have to do is burn that lock on his wrist and everything is back to normal! " Sherlock states with panic and confidence.
Sam begins to raise his voice himself. "You're not thinking Sherlock! You're a smart guy, I know you are! Think! The entire British government is gonna be on our ass! Me and Dean have dealt with an entire police squad before, but never a government! We need a game plan! Now I understand, this isn't the world you're used and it's scary! I've been fighting these all my life and it's still scary as Hell! Dean wouldn't admit it, but I know he's still scared by the stuff. You don't think I wanted to leave? You don't think I had TRIED to leave?!"
Sherlock doesn't answer. Sam glares at Sherlock.
"Well I did. This wasn't the life I wanted so I left years ago. Lived a normal life for awhile. Went to college, had a girlfriend, she was gonna be my wife. I thought I was out for good...then Dean came back telling me our dad was missing. Then my girlfriend ended up dead. You know what I learned that day Sherlock?"
Sherlock shook his head, his face riddled with intrigue eager to hear the answer.
"I learned that when you start this business. This hunting business. There's no going back. There is no normal life. No matter how many times you try to leave something big, something bigger will show up and come after you. *Sam sighs* Everyday I wish I told him no. I wish I told Dean to piss off and our dad can rot wherever he is. But I couldn't. Truth is I love my brother more than anything. I'd die for him." Sam scoffs to himself. "I HAVE died for him and we've died for each other. You actually have a chance though. As soon as that demon is gone, you and John's life will be back to normal. Well, as normal as two people solving mysteries for a living can get."
Sherlock chuckles a bit. Sam smiles at him.
"I know it's hard, but the sooner we get you through this, the sooner things will get better. You have my word." Sam tried to reassure Sherlock.
Sherlock thinks to himself for a moment, and then nods to Sam.
"Now, are you gonna be alright?" Sam asks.
"Yes, I think so. I feel better actually. Thank you." Sherlock replied.
Sam nodded at Sherlock with a smile. "Alright, let's go eat. Then back to London." Sam said.
Sherlock nodded, walking side by side with Sam toward the diner. "Instead of teleportation with that...Castiel...can we just take a train to London. It should take just a couple hours." Sherlock asked.
Sam laughs. "Alright. I know teleporting is pretty weird at first, but you get used to it after awhile."
"Not sure I want to experience it first hand anymore." They both laughed. "Understood." Sam replied.
"Mind if I ask how you two even know an angel?" Sherlock asked with curiosity.
"He saved my brother's life." Sam answered. "He saved him from Hell. He loves almost like a second brother."
Sherlock raised his eyebrows, genuinely surprised. "How are angels anyway? Are they anything like demons?"
Sam shook his head. "Not exactly. Demons are assholes. Angels are more like...dicks."
"So your brother loves a dick?" Sherlock said cheekily.
Sam just burst out laughing. Sherlock laughed with him as they walked back in the diner and toward their table. Cas and Dean looked at them confused, wondering what they were laughing.
"The Hell is so funny?" Asked Dean. Sam and Sherlock are still laughing too hard to answer as they sit back down in their seats.
"Look, Sherlock, I don't know what this guy's been telling you, but I'd watch myself. Dweeb is contagious." Dean teased.
Sam chuckled. "Yeah, and so is being a douche bag so cover yourself around Dean."
Dean laughed sarcastically. "Yeah, but I can still kick your ass."
"You couldn't kick a fairies ass!" Sam teased back.
Dean turned a bit flustered. "Uh...um...well...that was just...shut up."
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Sam chuckled, feeling confident he won this round.
Sherlock chuckled himself at the banter before looking back at Castiel.
"Castiel, I apologize for being rude earlier. This is all a bit...much to take in. Won't happen again. Let me introduce myself properly now...the name's Sherlock Holmes." He extends his hand to Cas. "Pleasure to meet you."
Castiel gives a slight smile while shaking Sherlock's hand. "Likewise."
