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Superlock Part 1

Taking place after Castiel has restored grace in season 10

"Sammy! He's doing it again!"

I yell for John when Sam can't be
bothered to help me out.

"What is it Dean? Is Sherlock doing..."

He pauses as he sees what's gotten me weirded out enough to wish we were still hunting the jinn we ganked, the jinn that definitely didn't feel oh so good to slide a blade into.

"Yeah. This isn't the first time either"

The consulting detective is currently in my room with two nicotine patches on his arm, but this isn't the weirdest part. No, the weird part is that Sherlock has been using my room as practice for drawing blood sigils, angel banishing signs, wendigo stopping symbols, even a tulpa which I erased as soon as I saw it.

Honestly, he doesn't even need to use blood for all of these (thankfully not his own or else he'd probably be dead)or use my room but, "it has the layout of haphazard organization that is my best working environment". Please. I only organize my classic Busty Asian Beauty's magazines, the rest of my room is completely trashed due to the fact that the last thing I want to do after anything is clean, especially with the mark burning into my arm.

"Sherlock! Really you need to stop this."

John sighed and helped me to drag this 6 foot tall stick of a man out to his room. Well, the room he used when Cas felt it "necessary" that the Winchesters be aided by someone other than himself.

"I'm really sorry Dean." John looks like he's too damn used to dragging Sherlock left and right "Sherlock is still getting used to the fact that all of this exists, especially since his first encounter with this... Stuff wasn't exactly ideal"

"Nah. I get it, to be honest I thought the stick-up-his-ass detective from London wouldn't be half as accepting"
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Flashback 2 months London
"LONDON?!"

"Yes."

"Why the hell did you angel-zap us to freaking London?"

Cas had appeared out of nowhere while Sammy and I were driving back to the bunker, his only response was

"I've found a case"

And then we were driving down the wrong side of the damn road in a country that looked like something out of a Harry Potter film.

"I hope I am correct in assuming that you've heard of Sherlock Holmes?"

"Yeah Sammy over here follows his blogger John Watson on everything. But that's besides the point Cas! What could be so important here that we actually had to leave the states?!"

"There could be a lead here to translating the book of the damned. One of the few witches that has survived long enough to be able to read it and that hasn't been killed by a hunter"

Silence reigned as all of us dared to feel hope, hope that maybe the mark could be removed by the book, that I wouldn't have to worry about becoming a demon again. Honestly Cas and Sam were getting desperate and I could feel it getting worse every day. I hope it's a good enough lead for Cas to risk sending me away from the one place that can hold me down. The bunkers dungeon.

"Ok" Sam said with an air of hopefulness, "where do we start?"

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The Winchesters have just met Sherlock and trying to convince him to help find a "person of interest"

"Why should I help two brothers who are worryingly emotionally dependent on each other with a plethora of father issues and secrets kept between each other that threaten to break you apart? And that's not even mentioning the near addiction to alcohol the eldest brother has, or the younger Winchesters need to become strong to feel like he belongs with his family that he has reluctantly accepted to be a part of?"

Two seconds after our proposal this self-important windbag has just spewed the story of our lives for his short sidekick and landlady to see as well as his final little question for us.I'm going to kill him, mark or no mark I would still kill him.

The short guy (John is how he introduced himself) looked at our murderous/horrified expressions and apologized looking equal parts embarrassed of Sherlock, and weary of his little speeches.

"I'm so sorry... Sherlock doesn't excel in people skills, unfortunately he does in just about everything else. Sherlock! Apologize and hear them out before you say anything else"

"No"

"Sherlock..."

"I don't wish to waste my time on two Americans who have no idea on how to...."

A flutter of wings cut him off as Cas appeared. The landlady ran downstairs saying something along the lines of

"What have the two of them gotten themselves into now?!"

"You will help this man" Cas growled pointing to me, "or I will manage to convince you with a lot less restraint than these these two have been using"

"This is all a trick. An illusion, hallucination, or maybe I finally have come across something that I actually don't know about" Sherlock looked normal except for the tiny tremor in his fingers, "so, how did you do it? It's really a clever-"

Cas disappeared taking him along for the ride. As John looked at the place in the room missing a "consulting detective" Sam and I just looked, and waited.

"This should be interesting" we both said as Sam leaned against a table, and I flopped down into a chair to wait for Cas and the stolen Sherlock.

"Can one of you tell me..." John began in a soft voice, " what the hell is going on?!"

"Sammy. You take this one, I don't wanna miss the look on his face when Cas comes back with our 'friend' " I punctuated with air quotes.

"Ok John." Sam sighed, "Do you believe in monsters?"
To be continued...