AN: This is finally the complete end of 'To Love Another'. This has been amazing and I'm hoping that this is a good way to end it for everyone. Please leave me a review at the end and I'll soon have another story up and running for you. Also, leave me any requests that you have to give me something to write. I would really appreciate it!

Disclaimer: I sadly don't own these characters *cries 5ever*

Epilogue

Fifteen Years Later

Within the confines of 221B Baker Street, London, England, Sherlock Holmes was working a case, a confusing and rather impossible case. A client had come to him claiming that she had been dating a ghost. It was quite improbable to Sherlock's realistic mind. However, he had a saying: "Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be true". What he had witnessed as a young teenager, however, had proven that the supernatural was no mere trick of the imagination. It was the truth.

He chose to set up his own investigation. It sounded silly at first but he decided to use the Internet to search for ghost hunters. He found the number for a Bobby Singer who lived in South Dakota. Sherlock shrugged and decided to dial the number anyway. He knew he couldn't deal with a ghost on his own.

Bobby gave him another number for, who he called, "the greatest monster hunters on the planet". So, Sherlock dialled the number and got through to someone called Dean (he wouldn't give away his surname until he had actually met this weird, British man).

"We've got a case," Dean informed his brother. "You'll never guess where."

"Enlighten me," Sam said, uncaring.

"London," Dean grinned. "Dude, we're going to England! We'll be able to see hot British chicks. That's, like, a dream of mine."

Sam chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, we're going to have to get a plane over there."

"I know," Dean made a displeased face. "But the guy said our tickets are all booked and paid for so let's hit the road cause we've got a plane to catch."

The Winchester brothers both arrived in London just under twelve hours later. They took a taxi to Baker Street and both stared out of the windows, mesmerised by the city around them. Both of them got out and paid the driver in British Pounds, which Dean was amazed by.

"This is amazing, man!" He exclaimed to Sam as he held a twenty-pound note up to the light so that he could see the Queen through it.

Sam laughed and shook his head as he walked off to find the right house. He soon found the right house next to 'Speedy's Café' and he knocked on the door as he waited for Dean to catch up with him.

A short, old lady with a kind, smiling face opened the door to the boys and they explained that they had been invited here. She let them in and led them up the stairs to the right flat. Dean moved to stand in front of Sam almost protectively as he knocked on the door. It wasn't long before a short man with greying hair opened the door.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"I hope so," Dean put on his best grin. "We were called here to take care of a ghost problem you might have."

"Ghost problem?" The man frowned in confusion and turned back into the flat when a voice called out.

"I called them, John!" Shouted a deep voice from inside the flat. "Invite them in."

The man, John, opened the door wider and allowed Sam and Dean to enter. Sam couldn't help but think that the short man was familiar but he couldn't think how. John led them into the kitchen where a man with dark, curly hair sat at the cluttered table, staring into a microscope. Sam frowned and tilted his head in an attempt to recognise who he was. It only hit him when the man looked up at him and Dean. Those eyes…the ones from fifteen years ago. Sam looked back and John and realised. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.

Sherlock's eyes widened when he looked up at Sam. How could he forget the boy he fell in love with all those years ago? Dean, sensing the awkwardness, spoke up and held him hand out to Sherlock.

"I'm assuming you're the one who called," He grinned as he tried to brighten the mood. "I'm Dean Winchester and this is my little brother, Sammy."

Sherlock shook Dean's hand firmly before taking Sam's hand. Sam hid behind his bangs as he shook Sherlock's hand and Sherlock stared at him.

"I'm Sherlock Holmes," He answered and watched as Dean's eyes widened. Sherlock let go of Sam's hand and slipped his arm around John's waist. "And this is my husband, John Watson."

Sam swallowed and gripped Dean's arm tightly. Dean rested his hand over Sam's, sensing his distress.

"My brother's just got a bit of jetlag so we'll be in touch tomorrow," Dean said and guided Sam towards the door.

"Sam?" Sherlock hurried after them both and rested a hand on Sam's shoulder. Sam raised his head to look at him. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah," Sam looked downcast. "Me too."

Sherlock lowered his hand and the Winchester brothers walked back out of the building before getting a taxi to their hotel. Dean held Sam while he sat on the bed with his head in his hands. It felt like the wound that had been patched up many years ago had been reopened. Dean worried that he mightn't be able to patch his brother up again after this. But, Sam could conquer anything if he tried. He just had to be brave.

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