Chapter 15

Dean was certain he was going to get an earful from Sam as soon as they lad left the apartment. They stopped to say goodbye to Mrs. Hudson and tell here they would be off. The sweet old lady was surprised until Dean assured her it was because Sam suggested it. Sam had agreed and that was the last time his brother said anything. He didn't talk about trying to reverse the spell or Crowley, or Kevin. It meant that he was sulking and Dean wasn't in the mood for Sam's attitude.

"When was the last time we did something like this?" Dean asked after they sat down in the subway. "Anytime we visited any kind of museum it was because it was part of a case. When was the last time we did this for fun?"

Sam said nothing. He was just staring at the other passengers and reading the signs. His lips were pressed together, eyes without expression and nostrils were not flaring.

"Sammy," Dean hissed out his name. "Do not do this to me. I am taking this serious if that is why you are pissed. I am also thinking about the alternative and that means I won't be with you and this is why I want to spend time with you."

Sam's shoulders went slack as he closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and sighed.

"I know, Dean, I know. I guess I am in denial about it and I don't want to think about it." A smile spread across his face. "Dinosaurs?"

"Yeah everybody loves dinosaurs" He gave his brother a pat on shoulder.

As soon as they had gotten off at their stop Dean noticed the way some people were looking at him. They were nudging each other, whispering and pointing at him. So this is what it felt like being famous. He had donned a crisp white shirt and black suit jacket along with matching pants before he left and put on the dark trench coat. He had left behind the scarf and the hat and thought they were just for when the detective was working.

"I told you he was popular," Sam said from behind.

"I wouldn't say popular as more along the lines of well known." Dean just wanted to spend some time with his brother. He didn't want to answer any questions or pose for pictures.

As soon as they had entered the museum Dean honed on where the prehistoric creatures were and started from the oldest first. He saw strange sea creatures including giant sea scorpions, trilobites, shellfish, creatures that looked like bug mutations and things that actually resembled fish.

"I did go to one museum like this," Sam said as he followed Dean.

"When was this?" Dean said and paused in front of the remains of what was once a large prehistoric shark. "We are going to need a bigger boat."

"I was eleven," Sam said. "Dad was hunting after a shape shifter and the school I was at had planned a field trip."

"Yeah and I had to forge his name for your permission slip." Dean smiled at the memory. "And you had fun." He had hoped that once that Sam would agree that he had fun and not disagree and bring up any bullying or an anecdote about him getting sick on the bus, not because he was tired of that, but he just wanted Sam to have a happy childhood memory.

"I did. I had some extra money that you gave me and I bought this little triceratops."

"I gave you crap for that. 'Sammy why did you get a dumb plant eater? T-rexes rule.'"

"I thought Triceratops were the best at the time." He shrugged. "I still think they are pretty awesome."

"I wonder if there is a T-rex here." His smile grew and he motioned Sam to follow him towards a different colored section of the museum.

"The only time we went on a field trip together was when that whole school went to the Cleveland garden," Dean said they walked along and looked at the other exhibits. "I was in the fifth grade and you were in first." He remembered how boring it was but Sam wanted him to come with him on the trip. They were only at the school for a few weeks and Sam didn't know too many kids and not too familiar with the teachers. The only reason he wanted to go in the first place because he wanted to see some carnivorous plants.

"That was a good time," Sam said as followed after his brother.

The exhibits that Dean wanted to see were separate by different colored areas. He wanted to explore chronologically and they walked around as they moved through the periods. There were more fish and insects and then they came across the remains of the earliest amphibians as well as sculptures and drawings.

"Diplocalus," Sam said as the stopped in front of an amphibian with a boomerang shaped skull. "I think this was my favorite of prehistoric amphibians."

"You had a favorite?" Dean just gave him a look. "Who the hell has a favorite prehistoric amphibian?" He continued until he came across the reptiles and stopped at a creature he recognized. "Hello dimetrodon."

"That wasn't a dinosaur, Dean."

"I know." He folded his arms as he tried to study it. "What was it?"

"A type of prehistoric reptile," Sam answered. "I forgot what it was called but this group that it belonged to eventually evolved into mammals."

"All of them?"

"All of them."

"So what you are saying this is our ancestor?" Dean asked as he pointed at the creature.

"In a way yeah."

Dean shook his head and kept walking. His smile grew when they entered the Mesozoic and walked past the first dinosaurs, pausing to examine the remains and read information. When they passed from Triassic to Jurassic Dean had to shout. "Time Tunnel, Time Tunnel ahead."

"Dean?"

"What are you talking about, Sam? I'm quoting Dinosaur Train."

"What the hell is that?"

"It's a kids education show," Dean said knowing how stupid and ridiculous it sounded that he was watching something that was meant for preschoolers. "They even show dinosaurs most people never heard of. Ever hear of Therizinosaurus."

"Actually, no."

"They have claws like Wolverine," Dean said and walked straight up to the remains of another dinosaur. "Three of them on each hand they were about three feet long. Who wouldn't be fascinated by that?"

"Okay whatever."

Dean shook his head. They saw the remains of the more well-known species and some not so well known and he found his T-Rex. He placed his hands on the rail as he stared at the bones and its gaping maw. The skeleton was both frightening and phenomenal at the same time. Dean wondered what it was like to be a nine year old child and looking at the dinosaur. The only word that had escaped his lips was "awesome."

"I'm pretty sure that one museum were at didn't have these," Sam said when they came across some dinosaur animatronics.

"Remember that case we worked in Paterson, New Jersey?" Dean asked as he continued to watch the movements of the dinosaurs while trying to ignore the logical part of Sherlock's brain that was explaining how it was done. "The one that started there at the chem lab in the university."

"With the ghost that was possessing mannequins and dolls?" Sam asked. "Yeah I remember."

"Yeah good thing none of them ever tried one of these, or the bones. That would be a pain in the ass to handle."

"It would give me nightmares."

Dean stepped back and noticed someone in the corner of his eye. There were other people there of course but he knew he had seen this particular person before. He turned his head just so as not to reveal his face. The other man was that tool, Anderson. Dean could recognize that hair cut anywhere.

"Something wrong?" Sam whispered.

"See that guy?" Dean said and pointed at Anderson with his thumb. "He's part of the forensics team with Scotland Yard."

"And?"

"And he is a dick. He's giving Sherly problems, probably just jealous of this." He tapped his head.

"No. Whatever it is you are planning no. I see that smile, Dean and even on his body I know you are going to do something childish."

"I am borrowing his body I should do something for him and I'm going to go screw with this guy." He ignored Sam's protests and strolled right up to Anderson. "Hello Anderson, trying to find a date?"

"What?" Anderson nearly jumped out his skin. His lip curled when he saw who it was. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?"

"Free admission," Dean said as he spread his arms. "You know you won't get anywhere doing an autopsy on this one." He pointed at the animatronic. "It was never alive."

"You think you can strut around our cases that is one thing," Anderson said. "But you are not going to be acting like you own the place here."

"I do not strut. I investigate." Dean pressed the tips of his fingers together and studied the dweeb. "You are not alone. There is a hint of women's perfume coming from your hand meaning you were holding her hand. I see have a long blond hair on your right shoulder and slight dusting of blush that had rubbed off on your collar when she kissed you."

"My wife," Anderson answered in a defensive tone. Who the hell would want to marry this guy?

"Ah yes," Dean said when he noticed the ring on the Anderson's finger. "She must be quite the rare and special creature to come with you to this. You do know the way to show a lady an excellent time."

"Don't you even dare," Anderson said as he poked Dean in the chest.

"Don't you even dare think about touching me," Dean said as he grabbed his finger.

"Syl who are you talking to?" A fairly attractive woman approached them. She did have long blond hair and was wearing blush and perfume. She also recently had a manicure, walked with a slight limp and had a purse that cost nearly two hundred dollars or rather one hundred pounds.

"This is him," Anderson snarled.

"Him?" the woman asked and took a good look at Dean. "Oh the great consulting detective. have you come to be a bother to my poor husband before he goes into work?"

"I do not engage in childish or dull games." He could almost hear Sam's eyes rolling in the back of his head. "And you should know the truth and the truth of the matter is I am only assisting Lestrade, saving people, hunting criminals, the Holmes business." He definitely heard the slap of a hand meeting a forehead behind him. "And the others well they are so mean to me. All I do is help out the best I can and it's like school all over again with the other kids picking on the smart one."

"No it's not." Anderson stepped in between them. "He acts like he is better than everyone else, insults me, thinks everyone is an idiot and talks about how much he enjoys the case and how he enjoys looking at dead things. I was at his flat once and he human remains in his fridge and microwave."

"It is only a defense act. I guess old wounds never heal and as for the human remains they are used in experiments that I conduct on the behalf of others. It also helps pay the rent."

"Syl you do say some rather not nice things about him at home."

"He's not a nice person," Anderson said. "You are not taking his side. You can ask the others."

"Ah yes your little group of fellow bullies."

"He's lying. We do not bully him. He was rude to us first."

"And yet you refrain from being the adult."

"I held my tongue the longest," Anderson said as he got into Dean's face and glared into his eyes.

"Enough," Sam said and grabbed him by the shoulder. "Let's go."

"What is this, you collecting Americans now?" Anderson asked.

"Another friend with the FBI," Dean answered. "Your so called animal attack happens to have something in common with a scientific mistake."

"Come on Sherlock," Sam said as he dragged him away. "Let's go look at the prehistoric mammals and then at the space exhibit."

"Oh good maybe he will learn about the nine planets or how the moon controls the tides or finally learn that the sun goes around the moon."

"You see what I deal with?" Dean asked in the most pathetic whiny tone he could muster.

"Believe me I am sorry," Sam told them. "And for the record it's eight planets now."

Dean got one last look of Anderson as he tried to explain himself to his wife before he followed after Sam, nearly skipping in his steps.

"Seriously?" Sam asked once they reached the prehistoric horses and paused. "Did you not care about his reputation with that?"

"I care," Dean said and placed his hands in his pockets. "I did him a favor." The idea of a sputtering Anderson complaining about Sherlock and his act with the rest of the forensics team and other member of the police force was a lovely image. He wasn't sure if Greg would take the nerd seriously or not and if so he would know it was Dean and not Sherlock.

"I still can't believe you did that."

Dean couldn't stop laughing until the thought about the space exhibit. "What was that about with all those simple space facts?"

"I don't follow."

"He's saying Sherlock didn't know all that?" He shrugged. "Naw he was being a dick and if not then hey I know something the genius detective doesn't know."

"First you want to do a favor for the guy and then you want to hold something over him."

"Dude, lighten up. That is why we are on this tour."

"I am and I am having fun." Sam placed an arm around his shoulders. "This was a pretty good idea after all."

"You see? Do you think we should get a souvenir for vampy and Johnny? Maybe some dinosaur figures or maybe a working model of the solar system." He chuckled, and almost regretted it when Sam removed his arm. "Okay that was the last time."

"Really?"

"Can't make any promises but I'll try." He walked along the exhibits. "After the museum what do you want to look at?"

"Since this is all your idea I'll let you choose."

"We could always go to the bridge."

"London Bridge?"

"If that is the Tower Bridge or the one built in the 70's then yeah. We already saw Old London Bridge when we worked that case in Lake Havasu City, or when dad and I worked it."

"When was this?" Sam asked.

"May 1995," Dean reminded him. "There was this ghost who died from a drunk driver. Every time someone walked that bridge and was drunk ended up getting ganked by the ghost."

"Still can't believe they moved the bridge to Arizona."

"People have done stranger things," Dean said and placed his arm around his brother's shoulders this time. "Come on." They continued their tour, talking about old cases and not thinking about Crowley or the goblets.

A/N: I wanted the brothers to have a little fun and relax.

There are two London Bridges. The old one was shipped brick by brick and rebuilt in Arizona.

Gatiss had said Anderson's first name was Sylvia, but he was probably pulling our legs. Syl can be short for Sylvester as well.