A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you are enjoying this tale. I hope this isn't too confusing, but this story takes place after season 11 of the show. Thank you!

I do not own Supernatural or Sherlock Holmes nor do I own any of the other stories/books/movies/music referenced in this tale.

Chapter 2

How it is now

Victoria Doyle stood looking at what used to be the body. The country around her was flat and she could see for miles. There was a slight wind and she could feel the white pea coat hitting against the side of her thigh. It was comforting. She heard two sets of footsteps behind her.

"Miss Doyle" a rather gruff voice said, "we were told to come to you, Agents Smith and Wesson, FBI".

Victoria turned around to see two men holding out badges. One looked like he was all business and the other looked concerned. Victoria studied them as they put their badges back in their jacket pockets. She turned her head to the side as she made her final analyses.

"Ah, good, I enjoy working with hunters. It saves me from getting my coat dirty. Dry cleaning is quite expensive these days."

Both men looked shocked momentarily, but they hid it well. The tall one spoke this time.

"I'm sorry, hunters?"

Victoria thoroughly enjoyed this part.

"Really, gentleman. Those badges were obviously fake, which by the way is a serious crime. Your suits, while nice for what they are, are relatively inexpensive. A Fed would not be caught dead in that suit. 'Agent Wesson' your hair is so far from regulation it isn't even funny. I know that Feds see a lot of crap, but there is not even a body anymore, there's just chunks and neither of you even flinched. Your hands are rough, callused, you cast your own bullets, there's traces of lead under your fingernails, and your guns are not in holsters."

The local police were far enough away from the scene that they were out of earshot. The taller one whispered anyway.

"Are you a hunter too?"

The shorter one was too stunned to say anything. His face looked just sort of frozen on 'confused'.

"Before I divulge my identity, I would like yours."

The taller one nodded his head. "Of course, I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean."

"I have heard of you. You're somewhat infamous. I am Victoria Doyle. A supernatural consulting detective."

Dean was shaken from his stupor, "A what?"

Victoria looked at him and turned her head to the side. "I don't understand what you don't understand."

Sam smirked but quickly stopped when he saw his brother glaring at him.

"What is a supernatural consulting detective?" Dean rephrased and shifted his weight to his left foot, he crossed and then uncrossed his arms. He couldn't discern who was in charge of this situation.

"When the police, sheriff's department, FBI, on one occasion the CIA, that was an odd case, can't figure out what they're dealing with, they call me and I take care of it for them. They don't ask questions and I don't volunteer answers."

Sam looked impressed and upset at the same time. "Do they pay you for this?"

"Yes, I charge a fee as well as expenses."

Sam and Dean looked at each other. "Really?" They both asked in unison.

Victoria chuckled slightly. It has been a long time since she laughed and the emotion was welcome.

"Yes. If any hunters work with me, I get cash from whatever agency hired me to pay them as well. While the hunters are with me, they are under my protection. As long as they don't do anything too asinine. If tales prove true, I'm not entirely sure you two would fit into that category. However, if you would care to work with me on this case, and save my coat from inevitable blood stains, I will be able to pay you for doing so."

Dean looked at Sam and shrugged his shoulders almost comically. "Sam, you in?"

It had been six months since he got shot and they got their mom back. Sam enjoyed having his mom nurse him back to health so much that he wouldn't let Cas heal him. Which Cas of course didn't fully understand. They had been a great six months, but tough nonetheless. Explaining all their actions to the Men of Letters, England Chapter, was not easy, but they were eventually able to do so. This was their first case in half a year, and they only agreed to look into it because it was an hour from the bunker. They could definitely use the help, and the money.

"Yeah, I'm in."

Victoria nodded and started to walk down toward the mass of cars. Sam and Dean followed. She walked over to the Police Sargent.

"Sargent Withers, these men will be helping me with your case. Their fees will need to be paid in cash. I will send you a bill when we are through. Your crew can clean whatever it is they can clean, and I will contact you if I need to." The Sargent simply nodded.

Sam and Dean nodded at the Sargent and followed Victoria to her car.

"I figured you for more of a Honda Civic kind of girl." Dean ran his hand along the body of her car lovingly, "Color me impressed."

"If that was supposed to be taken as a compliment, thank you. I do love this car. It was the first thing I bought when I solved my first case." Victoria leaned against the passenger door of her 1988 Ford Mustang as she talked with the men.

Dean walked around it and looked inside the driver side window. "Could I drive…"

Victoria cut him off, "Under no circumstances, no."

Sam smiled.

Dean walked back over to where his brother was. "I have a 1967 Impala, it's over there." He motioned towards their car with his thumb. "It was my dad's." He had no idea why he added that.

"Well, your dad had very good taste."

Dean averted his eyes to the ground, "Thanks."

She instantly knew that Dean Winchester had a lot of deep seeded Father issues from that averted gaze. She quickly got back on track, she tried to avoid feelings whenever possible.

"If you gentlemen would care to follow me, we can go interview the witness."

Dean looked up and suddenly noticed her eyes. He was taken aback but quickly recovered, "There was a witness to that?"

"Unfortunately for them, yes."

Sam stepped in, "Yes, we will follow you."

Victoria nodded and walked around to the driver's side.

"I'll see you gentlemen there."

As Sam and Dean headed towards the Chevy, Dean stopped momentarily to listen to the 5.0 liter engine start up in the 'Stang.