John had to go to get supplies for the Doctor and Sam since he was the only one with legal money. "Are you sure you'll be fine?" John asked as he walked toward the door with the lost in hand.

"Yes of course John," Sherlock smiled. "You worry too much."

John ran back into the kitchen to grab his phone and then back to the door. "Sherlock, you literally have two other men inside of you."

"Hey oh!" He said but then made a face of disgust. "I'll be fine."

John opened the door but then ran back to grab his keys. "I just worry about you on a normal basis and now there all this paranormal-"

Sherlock grabbed John by the shoulders. "I'm fine," he reassured, "Just be back soon so I can have you to myself again."

John took and breath. He lightly smiled and then gave Sherlock a soft kiss. "I love you."

"Love you too Johnny," he slapped him on the shoulder. "John I am not romantically attached to you but I do value our friendship. Please just hurry back."

And with that John left and Sherlock, and everyone inside of him, was alone in 221B with Dean.

"He's so sweet," They said and put his hands on his hips. "Cherish that man. I'm trying to but the lot of you are making it uncomfortable."

He sat down in his chair with Dean sitting on the couch beyond confused. "Speaking of uncomfortable, how is it... In there? Is there enough room for all of you?"

"I feel fine. Says so you, you're taking up most of the room. Hey it's no his fault. There would be more room if someone, no names, didn't have huge wings that take up so much room," he rolled his eyes.

Dean wanted to comment but he was too lost to make a smart ass remark.

"Oh hey feathers," Sherlock ducked his head and covered his mouth to whisper, "Did you want to talk to Dean now, like just in case? Sheerly and I can try to dip out for a second." Sherlock sat up normal and nodded, "Thanks guys," he turned to Dean, "Hey Dean could I talk to you for a second? It'll just be the two of us."

Sherlock placed a hand on Dean's knee. Of course Dean wanted to talk to Cas but not now, not when he was Sherlock, covered in hickies. Dean cared about Cas very much but he wasn't sure if he could look Sherlock in the eyes and pretend it was Cas.

"Sure," Dean agreed not knowing what else to say.

"Excuse us," Sherlock said and then plugged his ears with his fingers and started to look elsewhere trying to focus his attention anywhere else. "Dean I really care about you, in a way that I've never cared about anyone before," he let a hand go from his ear to Dean's knee. "I have learned some useful things and if reversing this curse goes well I would like to show you."

Dean was blushing. Of course he would love to know these "useful things" but Dean didn't know what to say, especially since he would have to say it to Sherlock.

"Cas," he started and Sherlock looked at him. "This whole different body thing is weirding me out," he said as he took his hand and looked down. "Cas if all goes according to plan, which it will, because if it doesn't I don't know what I'll do without you," he admitted. "If all goes according to plan, I won't hide or pretend anymore. I'm sorry I've been lying for so long."

Their hands held each other tight as Dean tried not to let too much emotion slip through.

"I really want to kiss you but, this isn't you," Dean let out a laugh.

"Cas go for it," he said and then kissed him without even waiting for a green light.