"Ruby!" I roughly shoved him out the door and into the nearest wall. "Have you gone completely insane?"
"Dean," he stuttered, looking down. My eyes were brimming with anger. "I did not know that she would turn up, granted, this does not look like her work."
"Do you know what will happen if he finds out about this? About her?" I threw my hand up, pacing away from him.
"No but-" I cut him off.
"Exactly! You don't know! I don't know! He could go off, he could be fine." I paused, "How could you keep this from us?"
"I figured she would surface somewhere but another hunter would track her down." He mumbled, looking down.
I stared incredulously at him before walking back in the lab. He followed behind me like a lost puppy.
"It's meant to get our attention, it brought us here." I said to Sam, who seemed to be having a staring contest with Sherlock across the table.
"What does a murderer want with you?" John asked from the opposite side of the room.
"Don't be stupid John." Sherlock eyed him. "They know him. It's obvious."
"Not personally." Sam muttered, I opened my mouth and quickly shut it. Now was not the time. Sherlock eyed me suspiciously.
"Tell me," Sherlock leaned his elbows on the table, casting his slender fingers intertwined in front of him. "What this symbol means."
"It's a pentagram." I said, cocking my head.
"Obviously." His eyes shifted up to me, his mouth barely moving when he spoke. "What does it mean to you?"
"It is carved into a gun we own." Sam offered.
"And you said someone led you here, that this was made for you." He looked back up to me. I hesitated.
"I'd much rather discuss this with my brother, if you don't mind." I said, turning a cold shoulder.
"I do not work with the police, if you must know." He said, straightening up. "I am a consulting detective, the only one in the world. I am very much intrigued by this case, if you don't mind."
By this time I was getting a bit sick of Sherlock. I was pissed off already and he was egging me on. I didn't like his pompous attitude and I didn't like his arrogance.
"Tell me now, how frightened do you get of the supernatural?" I leaned in to the table, expecting to get a rise out of him.
"I don't get frightened, if that is what you mean." John came closer toward us from where he was standing, intrigued. "And the supernatural is of…interest."
Sam stiffened in defense but I got the impression that he was practically flirting. I didn't like it, it pissed me off more. He was arrogant and I wanted to tell him something he didn't already know.
"What do you know about demons?" I practically whispered over the table, once again expecting a rise from the rigid man.
"They are myths traveled down from the Greeks and eventually into the Judeo-Christian roots for negative connotation. Originally believed to be an 'unclean spirit'". John's gaze traveled back and forth from Sherlock and me, both seeming leaning toward each other. "They don't exist."
"Sherlock." John's voice was shaky, I wouldn't have heard it if I hadn't noticed him taking a keen interest in the conversation. "You're wrong."
"What?" That got the rise out of him. He sat up, eye-level with John standing next to him. "Don't be ridiculous."
"It's true." He looked back to Sam and me, then to Cas in the back. "When I was a child, I met one."
Sherlock looked at all of us before lowering his voice, "You've got to be joking."
"Not joking. They're telling the truth." He gestured to us. Sherlock gave an eyebrow raise but seemed inclined to believe John. He seemed inclined at least to listen to him more than us.
"Right then." He leaned back on the table. "So this murderer is a demon?"
"It looks like it." Sam said.
"Okay, hold on, you actually believe us? You don't think we are nuts?" I narrowed my eyes at him as he thought.
"No, I believe that something strange is happening. You two, are probably insane…most likely insane actually. And John," He turned again to face his companion. "I don't know what you saw, perhaps it was like the man with the hounds, but I really don't think that you actually saw a demon."
"I saw it Sherlock." He crossed his arms, "It was my nanny when I was a child, her eyes turned black one morning when she believed I was not looking. I researched it for years, not finding much."
"But how could a demon," He rolled his eyes, leaning back on the table. "Force ten people to kill their friends?"
"It's hard to explain." Sam replied.
"Enlighten me."
Author's Note:
Hey everyone! So just a quick thing, I decided that this would be set after Hounds of Baskerville, but before Rechienbach. I'll be sure to include the fall in the end, if just in passing. Anyway, please review and follow!