"So what do we do with him?" Sam asked from inside the TARDIS.
"I'm not a sick cat Sam!" Sherlock said. "You're as fun as a sick cat," he rolled his eyes. "Jack shut up!" He yelled. "Guys stop yelling at each other."
The Doctor got his sonic screwdriver and he waved it at Sherlock's head.
"Doctor what's wrong?" He asked.
"I'm not sure," he admitted.
Dean leaned over to John. John was a nervous reck. Ever since Sherlock came back the two have been closer then ever. John gets so worried over the smallest things now. Surly John would have more grey hairs by the end of the night.
"Can I ask you a question?" Dean asked John.
John nodded unable to look away from Sherlock.
"Are you two...?" Dean pointed at Sherlock then at John. John didn't answer he just looked at Dean already dissatisfied with the question. "So if you were to do it with him would that be sex or a foursome?" He asked with a smart ass smile.
John glared at him not finding humor in his statement. Now he understood how Sherlock sees Anderson. "You know your boyfriend is in there too."
Dean opened his mouth to defend himself but he couldn't think of anything.
"Where are the other bodies?" Sam asked as he looked through his journal.
"Technically," the Doctor began, "They're inside Sherlock."
"Hear that Sherlly?" Jack asked from inside Sherlock. "Jack. Shut up!" Sherlock clenched his fist. "Jack I don't see what's funny. I'll explain later Cas."