A/N: I literally have no excuses…. I am so so so sorry. Disclaimer: If I owned either of these shows, I would have to be able to crank out a new chapter each week.

Sherlock looked away as John walked away. Dean was fairly sure he was crying, but of course he would never admit to that. Dean waited patiently, only for about 2.8 seconds though. Sherlock Holmes had learned long ago that caring was not an advantage. All lives end. All hearts are broken. Why break more than you have to? He had learned this long ago, but he hadn't done a good job of listening to it. Lives may end, hearts may break, but what's the point of living if you live so cautiously that you didn't live at all?

They left the cemetery fairly quickly after that, Sherlock eager to get away from his own marble slab. They walked into the very heart of London, and no one noticed. There was a story bigger than the "suicide of fake genius". They found out what soon enough- by way of a newspaper abandoned in the street:

MURDER CASES SOLVED: MAN ARRESTED, CLAIMS GHOSTS ARE REAL

was the headline. There was a picture of the arrested man below the heading, as well as the getaway car that was still missing. Dean took one look at the car and went pale. "No… Sammy.." Sherlock took the newspaper and looked at it. There was a man, a veritable sasquatch. And the car… A 1967 Chevy Impala, black. American license plate: CNK 80Q3. He remembered Dean talking about his car "Baby" in hell- 'She's a classic. I convinced my dad to get her forever ago.' With nothing else to talk about, Sherlock had asked him what kind of car it was. He'd sighed and responded. 'A Chevy Impala. 1967, black.'

So it was Dean's car, and most likely his brother. Why was an American in London? What was he doing here on murder charges? Sherlock had so many unanswered questions, but none of them could be answered right now.

Dean's POV

Dean looked at the newspaper, then back at Sherlock. Obviously the "consulting detective" was trying to see why Sammy was in London. Dean had no clue, so it couldn't be "deduced" from him. Oh well. He wondered if the Brits had pie.

Dean convinced Sherlock to go to a restaurant, preferably one with pie. Sherlock sighed and rolled his eyes, used to the weird American ways that Dean had. Of course they had pie! Why wouldn't they? Apparently Dean thought that Sherlock had never had pie, and convinced him to have a bite. It wasn't hard to admit that after forty years in hell (which admittedly was only 4 months in the land of the living) Sherlock was starving. He ordered a BLT sandwich and ate it like he had never eaten in his life. Dean watched him as he ate his burger, a greasy thing with bacon and cheese on it that looked like someone had dipped it in oil. It was fantabulous. The same could be said for the chocolate milkshake that was slightly uncommon for Dean, and downright preposterous for Sherlock. But they both had one. Why not?

They got some weird looks from passersby, no doubt recalling the events and headlines of four months ago. There was still a tabloid following the series of events that had led to the "Suicide of the Fake Genius". Dean caught on quickly and convinced Sherlock to go to a clothes store, where Sherlock got a zip-up hoodie and jeans. Dean kept his jacket and his jeans. That included all the fake IDs, but they didn't have any for Sherlock. Remarkable that they had survived hell at all.

After that, they went to prepare to research why Sam Winchester was in jail, and why his arrester was Greg Lestrade. It seemed like too much of a coincidence to Dean, and Sherlock didn't believe in coincidences. Like how it wasn't a coincidence that the angel had put them in London, exactly where and when Dean's brother was. And how it wasn't a coincidence that Dean had been told to torture Sherlock when the angel arrived. For some reason, it all felt like one big setup. And that made Sherlock uneasy.

Dean had an idea of where Sammy would hide Baby, and he didn't share it with Sherlock (though he could probably deduce it in about ten seconds). First though, he agreed that they should have some guns. They went to an old friend of Sherlock's, part of his homeless network, which was still going. The homeless network graffitied at least 10 buildings a night, saying things like, "I believe in Sherlock Holmes" and "Moriarty is real". They didn't believe that Moriarty had in fact died when Sherlock had. Anyways, the man, named Flea, for interesting reasons, knew how to keep a secret. He believed that it was Sherlock, so he helped them out. He took them to a black market gun seller, who gave both Dean and Sherlock a hand pistol. Dean, being the ever-wary soul that he was, also bought a knife. It was only 5 inches long, but it could still do damage if it needed to.

With their new defense, Sherlock and Dean headed back onto the streets, ready to start interrogating poor homeless people for intel about Sam's doings.

A/N: So, this is so, so late, and for that I am extremely sorry. I hope that this makes up for it in some way. I'll try to post again soon.