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Standing in the crowded street just outside the hospital looking around was a man with light-ish brown hair in a brown coat and a blue plaid shirt. He was stood calmly watching a second man as he looked around frantically for someone his breathing was fast and he ran towards the ambulance station only to stop suddenly.
Dean's eyes widened in disbelief as he saw someone step up onto the edge of the roof with his phone in hand. The man on the roof had black hair and pale skin it was clear even from a distance that he was watching the man on the ground. Dean looked to his left where the man was stood also with his phone jammed to his ear looking around desperately until he turned around slowly to face the hospital building looking ill as all the colour drained from his face and his lips formed a silent "No. Please no." Dean stepped forwards with his phone to his ear he begged the man on the other side to listen and to help. The man on the roof looked backwards over his shoulder and Dean briefly wondered what he was looking at. After what seemed both a lifetime and a few seconds the man threw his phone behind him and the other man on the ground next to Dean looked as if he was going to be violently sick.
"SHERLOCK!" John screamed but it was too late the man on the roof had stepped out into thin air and with is dark coat and blue scarf floating behind him, he fell. As Dean tried to get to the place where Sherlock would have landed, he accidentally pushed John in front of a bike but he didn't stop to help for he thought he had heard something, a whirring sound but he couldn't be sure. He finally shoved his way to the front and saw that he had been wrong. The greatest detective ever to have walked the streets of London was lead dead on the pavement his blood spilling onto the floor. Dean dropped to the floor his hands reaching for a wrist to take the pulse but there was nothing to feel but the still warm skin.
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