Ch. 2
Authors note: Hi there.
"Son of a Bitch." Dean sat straight up from the desk he was napping in when he heard the scream. "I told you Sammy."
It was late, about 3 in the morning, and they both couldn't sleep. It was both their first time abroad and it seemed odd to be taken in without question. Dean was the most questionable one. Sammy had assured him everything would be fine.
"Garth said this guy is one of the greatest hunters in London. We'll be fine." They had gotten a call two days prior from Garth informing them that a group of vampires where running loose in London. They said no, absolute no at first.
"Look guys, there are only a few hunters around the London area. They need your help. Well, he needs your help."
"He?" Dean was positive he heard wrong.
"Yeah, there is only aboutonehunterinthearea. So you're going to help?" Garth scurried through the conversation.
"Garth!" Dean screamed into the phone.
"Look these vampires are different from what I've been told. The other hunters won't even touch them. Some have even fled London. Only one has been trying to find their location to wipe them out, and it hasn't been easy, even for him."
"What kind of hunters flee?" Dean saw that as a pussy move.
Sam was the first one to get convinced. "Look Dean, if this was happening to us, someone would come."
"Sammy, it's in London, I can't leave my baby behind." It took a bit of convincing for Dean to get aboard, but in the end he agreed. He couldn't help but feel giddy about his first trip overseas, even if it was to beat the heck out of some bloodies.
"Awesome Possum you guys!" Dean could almost see Garth raise his fist in the air.
In a more serious tone, Garth added. "His name is Sherlock Holmes, address 221B Baker Street." And with that the line went dead.
It took one sleeping pill and a few shot of tequila to get Dean on the plane. He slept the whole ride their but he still was sleepy when he arrived to the flat.
"You owe me a fifty." He stretched out his hand to Sam.
"C'mon." Sam got out his wallet and pulled out two twenties and a ten. Dean took them with pleasure and counted them then recounted them with a smile in his face.
"You should never make a bet with me on these types of situations. I have awesome gaydar." He turned back towards the small desk chin held high.
Cas appeared in the corner of the room.
"Hey Cas, nice of you to show up." Dean saluted him with his new found wealth.
Sherlock was upset.
Sherlock was furious.
His most favorite part was ruined. He would have continued if John hadn't insisted on stopping.
He was pacing up and down the bedroom.
"The climax is always the best part John." He stared at the man who sat lotus style on the bed in horror of what just happened. "The Climax, John!" Sherlock put his arms in the air conductor style.
"Yeah, I get it. Don't get into a knot about it." John spoke in a monotone voice, still trying to process what had happened.
His vision was blurry when he turned to face sideways and that's where he saw him. The man. He didn't remember much else but yelling and the man disappearing.
Sherlock went and sat next to John placing a hand on his tight. He was still semi hard and wanted to see if maybe John would do something about it.
"He was there." John was oblivious to Sherlock's advances. "You didn't see him?" He turned to Sherlock. There was fear in his eyes. "Am I going crazy?"
"Don't be ridiculous John. There has to be a logical explanation." Sherlock pecked John in the cheek before heading towards the kitchen to make some tea.
"Wait. Don't leave me." He grabbed Sherlock's arm preventing him from leaving. The detective nodded.
They both laid on their sides huddled close to one another waiting for sleep to take over.
He wished he could have seen him, so he could give some reassurance to John. He hated seeing the shorter man in such fear. Whatever it was, or who it was he was going to find out.
Sherlock kept an eye to where John saw the man all night, keeping one hand on John's hair twirling his fingers through his soft hair and feeling John's gentle inhales and exhales on his neck waiting for something, and that night it never came.
The following morning Dean and Sam awoke to a woman's shrieks.
Dean's hand flew under his pillow only to realize guns were not allowed to pass through customs.
"Mrs. Hudson, their visitors of ours, everything is fine." The short man from before held the women's shoulders in reassurance.
"I came to tell you if you wanted some biscuits and maybe a nice cup of tea, then I see two hunky men in your…" The lady pointed towards John's bed, which Dean and Sam were forced to sleep in back to back, and gave a little shriek when she saw Dean looking. "I thought maybe you were having a, now what are those called, a ummm sausage party."
"MRS. HUDSON, your soothers Mrs. Hudson, your soothers!" Sherlock appeared behind the landlady and ushered her downstairs. He beckoned John to follow with his chin, and the three left the groggy Americans alone once more.
"Sausage party?" Dean sat at the edge of the bed pulling on his jacket. He felt naked without his weapons but Sam assured him that this Holmes fella was well equipped.
They had arrived at the airport well past the afternoon. They decided to take nothing hoping this would be a one day trip. Castiel sat on the back of the car as the two drove to the airport. He was silent on the way there, and then disappeared then they arrived and departed.
"Haz Cazz been actin a lil weeird to you?" Dean asked Sam when they were waiting in line in the airport clearly buzzed from his previous tequila rounds.
"Its Cas Dean, he is weird." Sam handed the ticket lady his ticket and left the subject alone.