Sherlolly Oneshots

Pixie Dust (Supernatural AU)

I am SO sorry I haven't updated in ages I've been really busy. I'll try to update a lot this week. Like a spam. I'm really sorry once again! This was requested by Darth_Kitty123 .
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"You have the iron?"

"Of course.  Do you have cream?"

"I still don't get why we need it but yes, I have it."

"Good," Sherlock Holmes grunted as he slung his duffel bag over his shoulder, holding his hand out towards the young lady in front of him.  Molly Hooper eyed him suspiciously as she placed the jar of cream in his hand.

"Trust me, Molly.  This stuff comes in handy when dealing when fairies."  Sherlock studied the jar a moment longer before tucking it carefully into the duffel bag, hesitant to not break the thick glass.

"Did you call," Molly paused, her words catching in her throat as she tucked her knife in the hilt in her boot, "them?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, quickly flicking through the barrel of a gun and nodding with satisfaction upon seeing it was loaded.  "Yes I called them, but they weren't much of a help.  They've only come across fairies once."  Molly nodded as Sherlock sifted through the bag, making sure they had everything.  He lifted his head and smirked at Molly.

"Let's go meet them."

"So tell me- how do you know it's a fairy?"  Molly asked as she stepped out of the car.

"We don't know much about this world, so quite frankly I'm not completely sure.  But these very ET-esque abductions seem to follow what they experienced, someone probably rushed into a deal without fully knowing the consequences."

Molly nodded as Sherlock shut the car door behind him, gripping tightly onto the large black duffel.  "And all of the victims have been firstborn sons, correct?" 

"Yeah, we called them because UFOs are obviously fiction, and the fairy-realm is what I was directed to."  Molly studied the cornfield with narrowed eyes, gripping onto the iron knife from her boot tightly.

"Do you know if they'll be meeting us?"

Sherlock glanced at Molly, "Dean said they'd try and make it, but I wouldn't be surprised if they're a no show."  Molly nodded softly, bending down and slipping the knife back into its hilt.  Sherlock eyed her warily, "you shouldn't be nervous, you know.  Tinker Bell can probably smell fear."

Molly let out a dry laugh, seeing that her partner had taken a blanket from the duffel and was beginning to lay it down, "we have little to no information on this realm and what we do have is from the internet as probably not reliable," Molly protested, "you have that book thing but that's in Gaelic and there's a limit to how much Google translate can do for you.  So excuse me if I'm nervous." 

Sherlock studied her for a moment before shrugging and sitting on the blanket, pulling out the raggedy leather book from his duffel bag.  Molly huffed but sat down with him, peering over his shoulder as his eyes scanned the pages. 

"How much can you understand?"  Molly asked finally, awed by his diligence.

"Bits and pieces," Sherlock answered gruffly, his fingers skimming the frail pages, "just enough to understand the gist of things.  This world is way more intense than it seems."

"Now you know why I'm nervous?  What if this thing isn't a fairy?"  Sherlock didn't answer, instead muttering something inaudible under his breath and carefully turning the page.  Molly sighed and lay on her back, watching as the sun begin to dip below the horizon. She sighed and sat back up.