Ch. 3

When they arrived in London, Sam took out his map and looked for a light source.

Cas appeared behind them looking the same as he always did. "Beautiful sunset." He nodded to the ever falling sun.

Dean placed a hand on his shoulders and shook him a bit. "Good of you to show up."

"Yes, I will go investigate this Sherlock Holmes residence." And with that he was gone.

Dean was disappointed. Cas had been showing up so little and sometimes not at all. Something was up.

"Sammy! Look at that it's a big ass Merry-go-Round!" Dean pointed to the barely visible tourist attraction. The sun was going down rapidly and all of London was covered in an eerie red glow.

"It's a Ferris Wheel, Dean. We better hurry. It'll take us hours to get to Baker St." Sam folded the map and head towards their destination.

"Why don't we take a cab." Dean followed Sam.

"They don't accept American money, I don't think. C'mon this way." He led Dean from the arm and beckoned him to move faster.

Castiel arrived at 221B Baker St. He made himself invisible to the two men inside.

The taller one was holding on to the shorter man. His hands were wrapped around the man's waist and they were engaged in a deep kiss.

"If you come back before midnight I'll give you a surprise." The shorter man whispered in the others ear.

The taller one responded by pushing the other to the wall and slipped his hand into the others pajama shorts. He chuckled and placed kisses on the shorter man's neck before heading towards the door.

"You're such a tease." The light haired one pushed the other out the door and closed it.

He smiled as he made his way to the arm chair and turned on the telly.

Castiel observed as the man slipped his hand inside the front of his pajama's as the other man did before, and started moving his hand about. Every now and again he let out moans and his toes curled at some points. Castiel wondered if he ever would get the chance to feel what he felt. Whatever it was. A touch, and kiss that made your toes curl even if that person was not present. Or have someone hold you like they were doing before. Something that seemed right.

Sherlock walked along the shadows. It was better if he was not seen. His pants were still tight from before with John, and he hoped this wouldn't take to along so he could get back and continue.

It didn't take him long to find the two men he was looking for. The Winchesters.

They were making a dash towards a fence in the alley being chased, obviously, by someone. Luckily, well planned, Sherlock was in the other side of the fence the boys were trying to over.

He took out his gun as the men jumped over the fence and fired at the chaser. Head shot.

He threw the gun to one of the Winchesters, he didn't see which one, and reached into his coat and took out an Arabic sword. It was simple, but deadly.

"Above!" he shouted to the other two. Not a second after two more jumped down from the rooftops of the nearing buildings.

The sun had set and the sky was dark, but Sherlock could hear them, and so did the Winchesters.

He sliced left, and a head rolled away before it turned to dust. A shot was fired to the right of him.

"Follow me Winchesters." He started jogging waiting for the other two to catch up.

"We need Dead Man's Blood." One of them said.

"No need." He walked back towards them and grabbed his gun before jogging away, "Follow me."

And the three ran.

"Your Sherlock Holmes." The sad one said.

"And your Sam and Dean Winchester, I was expecting your visit." They didn't converse much more. Two more vamps appeared to their right. Sherlock threw the gun to one of the Winchesters again before a vamp grabbed him by the arm and made to bite him, but he was too slow or Sherlock was too fast and in a matter of time his head was gone. Blood gushed out of his decapitate state before he turned to dust. And again he heard a shot from behind him. He didn't turn to look. "Hurry." He called to the two men, grabbing the gun then turning away to run.

Dean was caught by surprise with the vampires when they showed up. He and Sam were walking on a sidewalk, the street busy with people and cars when they saw a shadow lurk in the alley way.

"Sammy, no weapons remember." He looked at Sam who had a look on his face that said, Let's check it out.

They didn't need to check it out because a moment later they were grabbed from the busy street and pulled into the dark alley. It was fast but as soon as Dean felt ground underneath him he ran. "Sammy." He turned to look at his brother. "Right behind you, go." He ran and he felt Sam's footsteps behind him, he slowed down to let Sam pass him which he did in seconds.

That was before and now they running once again. Following someone they never met and only had heard of him through the phone.

He was tall, taller than Dean but shorter than Sam. Dean didn't get to have a good look at him but when he ran his long coat was swaying with his movements.

"Hurry." He had a deep voice to him as he told the boys to move faster.

They ran for a while, cutting corners and going through buildings then they ended up in Baker Street their destination.