Just a quick note. This is pre-fall and will eventually work it's way up to the fall. And for Supernatural season five-ish.
Dean whipped around just in time to see Castiel land in the Motel room with two men in tow. The Hunter narrowed his eyes before looking them over. The shorter one seemed fine but there was something about the taller one that reminded him of himself. The two men let go and looked around the room in awe being they had been teleported from God knows where.
"Who are you?" Dean asked as he pointed a finger at the taller man who's gaze pierced through him.
He blinked, silver-blue eyes narrowing coldly before he said, in a deep and seductive voice Dean had to add. "Sherlock Holmes and this is my friend John Watson."
Sam blinked, finally speaking up in the matter as his eyes widened in surprise. "You mean the Sherlock Holmes? The blogger and the detective? A-Study-in-Pink Sherlock Homes?!"
He glanced back at John with a scornful look in his eye before nodding, jaw clenched as he forced himself not to insult the hunters right then and there. "Yes, that's me and according to your friend...you could help me."
The brothers nodded at Sherlock and John just as the Ex-Army Doctor said "Apparently, Sherlock is getting unwanted attention from other...things...that are in your area of expertise to hunt."
Dean glanced at Castiel who picked up for John's note. "Their right. I saw at least four Demons in the vicinity of their flat in the last twenty four hours. They would be dead or worse in a few weeks."
Sam nodded, eyes flicking over the two British Detectives right and left before saying "Is that why there's so much angel and demon activity on that end of London? Sightings from other hunters across the Atlantic, say that there have been at least twenty angels seen with demons in the last year or two."
"That doesn't seem good then." Sherlock said with a sigh as he shook his head. "If you're the Winchesters, doesn't that mean Dean should be dead and Sam as well? From the records at Scotland Yard, your guy's backgrounds aren't the cleanest from what I've seen."
They Winchesters shrugged but then Dean said "Yeah but things happen anyway. Sammy, didn't dad leave a note on someone called 'Sherlock Holmes'?"
The younger brother nodded as he flipped through his father's journal, he had made copies of the thing ages ago. Sam blinked as he pulled up a section on 'important people', he skimmed down the list, passing 'Bobby Singer' and eventually he came to 'Sherlock Holmes'. Written next to the name was scribbled down writing as if their father's hand had been shaking as he wrote it. Sam read it over a few times but then he realized something...the writing was newer.
Sam blinked, eyes widening as he fought for his voice not shake as he read from the book. "Boys, by the time you read this or even pull this dusty old book out again, I'll be long gone. I knew this would happen eventually, there's something I never told either of you, I had another son with Mary. After she died, I gave him to a wealthy family in England. He goes by Sherlock Holmes but I hope you realize, this is your brother and he will always be a Winchester."
Dean stood still, green eyes wide as he replayed his father's words again in his head. Then he remembered right before he died something his father had told him. "There was always three Winchesters, never two boys and a father. Always three brothers." Dean blinked, his dad hadn't been talking about Adam, he had been talking about Sherlock...but why didn't he remember a little brother, younger than Sammy in the house?
The two brothers looked up at Sherlock with wide eyes, each holding their own emotions. Sam's held disbelief and shock while Dean's held nothing more than acceptance. Sherlock switched the balance on his feet as he looked at his...brothers. John was just about as awkward as Castiel in this situation.
"We're related to him?" Dean breathed, eyes wide as he stared at the Detective with a new found light. "But he's a Detective and we're Hunters. Why didn't Dad tell us?"
Instead of Sam, Sherlock spoke up in the same emotionless tone he always used. "Maybe, it was less dangerous to give me away to another family and never tell you because of the danger that would follow with three children instead of two. I mean, how many demons have you faced in your life times?"
Sam nodded, eyes narrowed in confusion before saying "He's right but who carried him out of the fire that night if he was our brother and in the house?"
Dean frowned as he glanced over at John, who had said and nothing before turning his gaze back to Castiel, who still was saying nothing. "Yeah, do you know anything about that? If we're some 'prophesied trio' than how did Sherlock get out exactly?"
The angel shook his head, blue eyes telling nothing but the truth. "We didn't break into your personal matters then and even if we did, Sherlock would have had to die. There was nothing about three...only two."
The Detective rolled his eyes before muttering "Talk about a welcome eh?"
Suddenly a new voice cracked into the room, they turned to see a new man standing at the doorway, apple in hand as he said "Maybe I can help with that Basil. Name's Crowley and let me tell you one thing about the murder of your mother that night. While Dean carried Sam out and John went looking for you but instead I carried you out instead."