Chapter 21

Dean knew it was a dream. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep on the opposite side of the bed he had shared with Sherlock. There was once a time when he refused to be in the same bed with another man, even his own brother, but now that he had the experience of living in Sherlock's skin he didn't mind being in bed with him. He did vocalize that they were sharing a bed for sleeping purposes only though.

The dream was quite vivid and highly detailed. He could smell the scent of grass from the side of the road, hear the sounds of crickets chirping and jumping around in the grass and also hear the frogs as they croak and jumped after them. He felt the cool night breeze against his skin and the smooth bumper of his baby.

She was the best site. Her black frame was glossy as if she had just gotten a wax job. She reflected the stars in the sky above them. Dean loved to feel her hard metal frame of the hood under his fingers. The only thing that was missing was Sammy of course and a beer.

"Why am I here?" The voice of Sherlock cut through the silence of the night. The detective stepped out of passenger side of the car.

"My subconscious brought you here," Dean said and shrugged. "Sorry about that."

"That is not possible," Sherlock said.

"You don't think that you made an impact in my life?" Dean asked. He felt somewhat insulted considering all that they shared.

"I believe I have and you had the effect on me. I am saying this is not possible because I am the one who is dreaming."

"Getting philosophical on me?"

"No I distinctly remember falling asleep in my bed," Sherlock said as he stared at his hands. "Unless we are sharing a dream." He looked up. "But that is not possible."

"Stranger things have happened," Dean assured him. "Besides this might be a side effect of what we went through. Abby did warn us about that."

"We are mentally linked through our dreams." He looked at the sky. "You are in control of the atmosphere."

"I like this atmosphere," Dean said as he admired the stars. "It helps you really appreciate life and nature."

"It is beautiful." The Englishman agreed as he stared up. "Calm and quiet with no interruptions. I can think quite well like this."

"Many would pay money to come out here and see this." He looked over at Sherlock and remembered what Anderson had said. "Is it true that you didn't know the Earth went around the sun?"

"Rubbish information."

"True facts. You have gotta take a break from thinking about dead bodies and cases and learn to live."

"I do not wish to fill my head with these facts that are of no use to me."

"Man, you don't look at the stars to fill your head. You use it clean it out; get rid of all that junk that's causing thinking overload. You just stare, relax and let your mind cool down, and once it is clean then the first thoughts to return are the only ones to matter." He stretched out on the hood.

Sherlock said nothing as he sat down next to him and looked up. He gazed at the sky for several minutes before some of the stars rearranged themselves, turning into brand new constellations. The stars were connected with glowing neon.

"Am I doing that or you?" Dean asked.

"I am," Sherlock said in an amused tone as the human like figures generated glowing instruments and began to play classical music.

"Nice move with the cosmic laser concert," Dean said as he generated a bottle of beer for himself and a glass of wine for Sherlock.

Dean woke up when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He knew it was Sherlock and Dean responded by just rolling over and burring his head under the pillow.

"Are you going to sleep all day after cleansing your mind?" Sherlock asked.

"Naw," Dean said. "Just a few more minutes." He pulled the blanket over his head and felt himself drift back to sleep; only waking when he was able to smell freshly cooked sausages and toasted English muffins. "Now I'm up."

Dean had only taken a few minutes to shower and change into his clothes. His stomach was in full control of his body and his main priority was to eat.

"Good morning, Dean," Mrs. Hudson greeted as Dean found a spot at the table. There was barely any room left since he was the last to join. Even Cas was sitting at the table.

"Morning Mrs. H," Dean greeted. "What is that lovely aroma?"

"I baked muffins," Mrs. Hudson said as she held out a basket lined with a cloth and filled with round muffins.

"Thanks," Dean thanked her as he selected a couple and sliced one open.

"How are you feeling?" John asked. Dean was certain Sam would have asked if his brother wasn't draining his coffee mug.

"Like my old self," Dean said with a smile. His smile doubled in size when Mrs. Hudson placed some sausages and eggs on his plate. She disappeared again and returned with a mug of coffee.

"Will you both be doing some more site-seeing today?" Mrs. Hudson asked.

"Probably," Sam answered once he came up from air.

"How are you feeling, Cas?" Mrs. Hudson asked as she placed a hand on the angel's shoulder. "Losing a brother has to be awful. You poor thing."

"Thank you for your concern," Cas said before he took a bite from one of his muffins. "I am taking it one day at a time." That was just perfect, Dean had trained him well.

"Well if you need anything," Mrs. Hudson said as she walked out of the room.

"We will let you know," John told her before he raised his voice. "Thank you."

"After breakfast I'm going to look up flight times," Sam said. "I really enjoyed staying with you guys but we got to get back."

"Oh god," Dean groaned at the thought he had to be on a plane again. He did not want to think about that. "Can't we wait a little longer on that?" He used his knife to spread on a slice of butter and followed it with a generous dollop of strawberry jelly.

"You really don't want to leave us?" John asked as Sherlock's text ringtone went off. "I guess we are flattered."

"He has Aviphobia," Sherlock explained as he lowered his newspaper. "If you don't mind John and I will be out."

"Where are we going?" John asked as he set his fork down.

"Lestrade texted me, or rather Dean. Anderson finally finished writing his autopsy report on the werewolf and wishes to speak with us about it." He paused to smile. "It is quite a bit intriguing to hear me say that isn't it? I the great Sherlock Holmes referencing werewolves and witches and demons when just a week ago I would have claimed such beliefs were deluded or drug induced fantasies."

"Many feel that way," Dean said before he scarfed the last of his muffin. "I'll change into my suit and join you."

"You are coming with us?" John asked.

"Gotta represent my country on behalf of the FBI," Dean said. "Cas, Sam and I will give a good cover story and I want to tell Greg it was nice knowing him."

"You can come," Sherlock said. "Try not to look like an idiot." Just when Dean was getting to like the guy, but then he wouldn't be Sherlock and as far as Dean considered he wanted the detective to be himself.

"I thought you said that Anderson guy finished the autopsy a couple days ago," Sam spoke up.

"Finished the autopsy but not the report," Sherlock informed him. "The man takes too long to write anything decent."

"Follow our lead," Dean instructed as soon as he, Sam and Cas had stepped out of the cab. Despite the fact that he and Cast ok a different one from Sherlock and John and left earlier they had arrived at the same time. It didn't matter they agreed that the Americans would go inside first.

"I think I know what to do," Cas said as he and Dean entered the building.

"May we help you?" A receptionist asked.

"I'm agent Keidas and this is Agent Navarro, and Agent Hagar," Dean instructed as both he and Cas flashed their badges. "We have been working with DI Lestrade on a case that involved a madman who attacked the innocent and tore out their hearts."

"Oh," the receptionist said as she picked up a phone. "Sergeant Donovan this is Patsy up front. There are three American Federal agents here to see hi-"

"Where is Lestrade," Sherlock interrupted as he stormed his way through. Well that is one way to do it.

"He is busy," the receptionist said in a bitter tone as she scowled at him. "He is meeting with these gentlemen."

"It's all right miss," Dean said in his most suave voice. "Navarro, Hagar and I also worked with Detective Holmes and we can all meet together."

"It's not a problem is it?" John asked.

"I'm sorry." The receptionist's apology was directed at the Americans. "But you still have to wait."

"Pathetic," Sherlock muttered.

"Just thank her," John whispered in his ear.

"Thank you," Sherlock said. His face was still at an impasse.

They only had to wait for a few minutes before a black woman walked up to them. Dean recognized her from the morgue and when he plugged that werewolf.

"He will see you all now," Donovan said as she led them through the halls and stopped outside of closed office where Greg was standing. There were a few other officers and there was also Anderson leaning against the doorway.

"You were right about the hearts," Lestrade said. "Of course I already told you." He turned to Dean. "The suspect was found with the remains of human hearts in his stomach."

"They were partly digested," Anderson added. "I wonder how you came to that conclusion yourself, Holmes."

"The victims had their hearts torn out of them," Sherlock said. "The lacerations on the victim's body were from claw like fingernails which all have clearly seen on the suspect."

"That just means he clawed them out," Anderson said as he glared at the detective.

"We gave him a copy of the file," Dean explained. "Something strange going around Hoboken recently and we were called in." Hoboken was where he had heard the most recent werewolf attack take place and that was month ago. Garth had mentioned that a couple of other hunters had taken care of it. "The victims had their hearts removed and the ones who did this had the hearts in their stomach."

"There were others?" Lestrade asked as he looked at him.

"Yeah." Sam pointed at Anderson. "You did the autopsy?" He waited for the dweeb to nod. "Did you notice something was different about his blood?"

"I did," Anderson said in a triumphant tone and looked at Lestrade as if he was expecting some kind of praise.

"What did you find out?" John asked.

"It was almost as if it wasn't human," Anderson explained. "Like it was something that I have never seen before."

"It was human," Sherlock said. "Anderson if you have actually made an attempt at thinking you would have noticed the chemical imbalance."

Burn, Dean thought and tried not to laugh.

"He was injected with an experimental drug," Cas said.

"They were trying some diet drug that went wrong," Sam explained. "One scientist continued to inject people against their will."

"The side effects that were mentioned in the report included an increase in strength, speed and agility," Sherlock continued. "Quadrupled the speed of their fingernail growth, lengthened their canines and caused an odd pigmentation in their eyes. It had altered their sanity."

"Driven them to act like animals," Donovan said slowly and shook her head.

"What is wrong with people in your country?" Anderson asked.

"How about you keep quiet and let us do our jobs?" Dean asked before he took a deep breath. "Sorry, but this case was getting to me."

"Anderson you are dismissed," Lestrade ordered. "One of these victims came here I take it?"

"The scientist in question did," Sherlock said.

"He eluded us once again," Sam added.

"Going to be a pain to report," Dean said and turned to Sherlock. "Probably wouldn't have figured it out if it weren't for this guy." He smiled. "Told our supervisor who we were assisting."

"Being assisted by," Sherlock corrected and earned an eye roll from John.

"Heh," Dean chuckled. "Being assisted by and our superior was like a twelve year old girl getting to meet Justin Beiber."

"We are very grateful," Cas said.

"He's a bit arrogant-" Dean was interrupted by a snort from John and a muffled chuckle from Lestrade.

"A bit?" Donovan asked. "You two haven't been working with him that long."

"So he has an ego. I would too if I could do what he does. You ever want a change of scenery the FBI would love for you to come by and assist us." He held out his fist.

"What are you doing?" Sherlock asked in a low tone.

"Bump me," Dean whispered.

Sherlock closed his eyes and exhaled deeply through his nose before he raised his arm and tapped his fist against Dean's.

"We can compare reports in my office," Lestrade said. "Donovan hold my calls." He held the door open and motioned for the rest to follow.

Dean waited for the door to close before asking. "How do you deal with that dick?" He knew he should have phrased it better when he saw how John had his eyes wide open and Lestrade had his jaw dropped. Even Sherlock looked uncomfortable.

"Dean, Seriously?" Sam asked.

"Excuse me?" Lestrade asked and glanced down before looking up at Dean.

"Not your…you know," Dean said. "Anderson."

"I have asked the same question many times," Sherlock said.

"He does his job actually well," Lestrade said. "That is not the reason why I wanted to speak with you. I was hoping I could find something plausible to type up."

"Sammy and Johnny here already have that for you," Dean said as he held up a folder that he was carrying and pulled out a copy. He also a pulled out a number from his pocket. "Here is the report and here is a number for you to give the people that you answer to."

"We can give you more if you need it," John offered.

"This should take care of it," Lestrade said as he skimmed through the pages. "I also take it that Sherlock and Dean are back in their bodies?"

"It was not an act outside of your office," Sherlock said. "I can assure you."

"That's you all right," Lestrade said and nodded. "That is all I needed to see you."

"Don't know if I will see you again," Dean said and held out his hand. "It was nice getting to know you."

"You three have a safe flight back," Lestrade said as he shook their hands. "And is it all right if I have a way to contact you in case something similar happens?"

"Gladly," Dean said as he wrote down his cell number and gave it to the DI

"If that is all," Sherlock said. "We will be going now."

"Take care," John said to the DI as they walked out of the office.

Dean had waited until they had left the building before he turned to Sherlock and tried to study him and focused on his expression.

"You have potential," Sherlock said with a smirk. "You are going to have to work and train your brain better."

"I can say the same for the both of you," Dean said. "You two would make pretty good hunters."

"Almost sorry that I will not be joining you," Sherlock said.

"That invitation I have you was not part of the act. You two ever want to visit our side of the pond then give us a call." He gave Sherlock a pat on the shoulder. "I know a part of you wishes you can live my life and not just temporary."

"Do you feel the same?" John asked him. "That is living Sherlock's life."

Dean shrugged. "Any life where I'm not a hunter would be perfect but I would adapt easier as a detective."

"You and Sam are welcome to visit us anytime," John said. "The same for you Castiel."

"Thank you," Cas said.

"We should catch a cab," Sam said as he looked up and down the street.

"Are you going to pack?" Sherlock asked.

"I told Sam not to pick the earliest flight," Dean said. "I did kinda hint to wait a few days. Maybe give us time to relax a little bit."

"You can't put it off forever," Sam told him.

"So we wait two more days. There is stuff I still want to do here."

"Do you like horror movies?" John asked. "I like the ones that are pretty bad even though Sherlock keeps telling me the mistake when I ask him to shut up a dozen times, but he never listens."

"It is rather difficult for me to not state the obvious," Sherlock said.

"Gotta love that honesty," Dean said and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I do the same with horror flicks, mostly yelling at them about how they are getting it wrong."

"They are showing Hell Hazers one and two," John said as he waved a cab over. "We could watch that."

"Oh please," Sherlock groaned. "Those movies again, John?"

"I would love to," Dean said as he followed them into the cab. He just had to tell them about the time he and Sam went to Hollywood. "There is an interesting story behind the second one." He had a ton of new stories to tell his new friends and even though the experience was jarring and he was glad it was over he was more glad that he had made new friends.