Sorry for the short chapters it just works better with breaking the story up! enjoy :)
As Dean and Sam walked away from the scene and finally got around the corner they both sighed in relief.
"Dude, I told you the badges would be fine here. It's not like they would see many of them anyway."
"Whatever Dean, let's just head back to the hotel. Maybe Cas has found something." They went around another corner, hopefully heading in the direction of their hotel, when they heard footsteps moving rather quickly up one of the side streets heading straight for them.
They both tried to pick up their pace but weren't fast enough and were soon cut off and stopped in their tracks, prevented from trying to walk away.
After a moment of surprise, and admittedly slight panic, at being accosted like that they both noticed it was that Sherlock person from the crime scene that was responsible. The other man who was also at the scene was with him as well.
Before they could even react to being stopped and approached, Sherlock spoke,
"You're not Secret Service, tell us who you really are and don't bother lying." He spoke rapidly and sternly expecting quick answers.
While it appeared that Sherlock was talking at Dean, Sam took the opportunity to weigh up the man with him. He was significantly shorter but he certainly looked like a man you should never cross, probably trained in something or other. His attention soon turned to Dean when he spoke,
"How did you know?" Sam rolled his eyes at Dean so obviously giving it away; he could have at least attempted a lie. Sam also noticed the other man rolling his eyes at Dean's reply, obviously expecting an attempted lie as well, his attention was soon brought back to the taller one however when he started talking.
"How did I know? Ugh, it is so obvious. It's like you didn't even try." Sam and Dean merely looked at him dubiously waiting for a proper answer.
"It's a ridiculously transparent 'disguise'. Foremost the quality of the suits are much poorer than those of the American Secret service, if an agent was wearing one of those things they wouldn't even be allowed in the field. Also if you were earning a salary like that you would have made the effort to put more money into your attire, you may have been better off in jeans and a t-shirt. Though I have to admit the loose fitting jacket to hide concealed weapons is a nice touch, though they obviously aren't loose fitting enough as I can tell you don't even have the regulation guns. It is also rare for an agent with the amount of training required to show signs of slight nervousness at a simple crime scene such as that."
John stood and was nearly grinning by the time Sherlock had finished, relishing the looks on the 'agents' faces. He waited a moment before speaking, using his 'captain' voice to try and get faster answers,
"So once again, who are you and what are you doing here?"
Dean's mouth had fell open in surprise and Sam simply held a look of disbelief, it took a moment before either of them could talk and first to speak was of course Dean,
"First off, how the hell did you do that!? Secondly, who are you?"
"I simply observe. It's Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective. This is John Watson." Sherlock nodded his head slightly as he pointed out John, Sam furrowed his brow,
"Consulting detective?" Before Sherlock could answer John interjected,
"Only one in the world, he invented the job. Don't ask." Sam smiled at other man it seemed like he had certainly learnt how to deal with Sherlock, it was also apparent that Dean wasn't going to say anything so he decided to just tell them. They might actually be helpful with… something.
"Fine. We will tell you who we are and what we are doing, but you won't believe us. You might also think we are completely crazy but we will be completely honest." Before Sherlock could dismiss them John decided to give them both a chance to explain, mostly because he was curious and he also know Sherlock wouldn't rest until he found out.
"I can deal with crazy, I live with Sherlock Holmes." He grinned at the statement and he saw Sam's mouth quirk up. Sherlock soon interrupted them and put on his 'friendliest smile',
"Well… to Baker Street?"