Scanldels Unfold
Laurance, Kansas
"No... even his sisters can't find him. I've even called Aziraphale to see if he was there. He wasn't... They've got a new kid, Name's Christopher," Dean replied. With the Fall happing a lot Dean had decided to help Crowley and Furgus stay out of the radar. Both were relatively easy, but with Cass missing. He sighed as Abel said," We'll find 'im."
"I know we will."
But even as Dean had said that he felt warry about saying those words. Too much had happened to be sure about that anymore.
Two Weeks later; on a hunt in Colorado: Three hours before sunset
Dean sighed as he finished off the hunt of the rouge vampire clan and cleaned off his hatchet when his phone rang Bon Jovi's You Give Love a Bad Name. His mood turned from sour to worry to gleeful in a matter of seconds as he answered the call," Cass!?"
"Dean..." Castiel's voice rang with slight fear that made Dean frown before he asked," Are you alone?"
"Yes... Cass what's going on here?"
"Look, I am in Cardiff with one of Harry's friends... I'm human."
"What do you mean you're human? Why are you in Cardiff... and are you safe?" Dean asked him hurriedly.
Castiel explained everything, from being tricked by Mettadouch to the using of his grace, to falling in the middle of Cardiff's bay to being found by Torchwood and Jack Harkness to meeting up again with Aziraphale and Crowley. By the time he was done the sun was starting to set and Dean had only one question for him," Why haven't you contacted me?"
"I'm sorry Dean... really. I don't have a reason for not calling, not a good one at least. Heck, I barely remember that I can't just zap over to you, or that I have to eat, or sleep or anything really," Castiel explained, shame hinted in his voice. Dean sighed," Come back to me... please."
"I... I'll try."
"Good... becuase I've missed you Cass. I need you too."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes... I am."
Castiel hums over the end," I'll get a plane and fly back over."
"Alight."
Then after a beat, Dean replied," I love you, Cass."
"And I you, Dean"
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London, England; January 2013
The Professor hummed as they read the newspaper inside her TARDIS. It was of three weeks ago and the title read as so, " Sherlock Holmes: Great Dectivtive, Who Is he? "
They hummed," Who will he be should be the correct termolagy. Don't you think Karmen?"
X looked at the Professor before sighing," Just drop me off with Eurus, Prof. I haven't the time right now."
"Yes, yes, Oh, and watch out in March for a call. The Hardy-Tylor's might need your expertise."
"Might? Bloody hell, you're more cryptic than ever aren't you?" X huffed. The Professor smiled as they landed in the hall of the flat above Grim Antiques," Why of course."
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Buckingham Palace: London
Sherlock tucked his sheet closer around his body as John walked into the room. The blogger looked to Sherlock and asked," Are you wearing any pants?"
"No."
"Right then, Okay..." John replied as he sat down next to Sherlock before they turned to face each other and busted out laughing. John," You don't have pants on in Buckingham Palace, fine."
He stares at an ashtray and chuckled," Oh, I’m seriously fighting an impulse to steal an ashtray."
Sherlock chuckled again at that as he smirks," I would."
"What are we doing here, Sherlock? Seriously, what?" John asked once he had settled down. Sherlock shrugged," I haven't a clue."
"Here to see the Queen?"
Right then Mycroft walked in with a man in orange, red and blue sweater over a white formal shirt and a blue tie. His hair was the same color as the two male holmes yet it was fashioned in the same style as Sherlock's and he wore glasses and had a shadowed face. He frowned as walking followed by their mother. John looked around before asking," This isn't about Moriarity is it?"
"Not to the extent you think, Doctor Watson,"
"Q, I thought you were looking for Bond," Sherlock replied snarkily.
"And I thought you were capable of wearing pants, but it seems we are both wrong ocationaly."
"Children please," The Professor sighed before they turned to Sherlock and handing him his clothes and sternly telling him," Sherlock Holmes, put your trousers on."
"Yes, Mother," Sherlock said as he picked them up and walked out. John sat there as The Professor smiled," Right then, Q. I am sure that Dragoon has some information, Though I wouldn't call until all other source have been used. You know how he is."
"As helpful as he can be when he's trying to restate Alvone along with keeping the Queen and Country in power."
"Yes, well it's not easy is it?" The Professor asked as the two of them walked out. John stared at them as they walked and frowned in confusion.
Just then Sherlock walked back out as a man in a suit that John had only the faint recollection of from a seemly year-long dream.
He greeted Mycroft before turning to Sherlock and John," Sherlock Holmes and this must be Doctor John Watson, formerly of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers."
John stood up and nodded as he said," Hello, yes."
They shook hands before He said," My employer is a tremendous fan of your blog."
"Your employer?"
"Particularly enjoyed the one about the aluminum crutch," He said before rounding on Sherlock," And Mr. Holmes the younger. Your mother and uncle told me much about you. The Doctor was partially specific in were your talents lay."
"He always is," Sherlock replied before asking," Why are we meeting?"
"Oh, yes. It really is a matter of national importance," The inquiry responded with. John raised his eyebrows as The Professor walked back in with Q. The six of them sat down and they began," A matter has come to light of an extremely delicate and potentially criminal nature, and in this hour of need, dear son of mine, your name has arisen."
"Why? You have a police force of sorts, even a marginally Secret Service. Why come to me?" Sherlock asked, pointedly staring at Q when he said the Secret Service part. Q frowned as The Enquiry asked," People do come to you for help, don’t they, Mr Holmes?"
"Not, to date, anyone with a Navy."
Mycroft sighed," This is a matter of the highest security, and therefore of trust."
"And you don't trust your own secret service?"
Q smirked," Not when two of our best have been missing for a while. Five years for Bond and Mr. Roadsmen has been under contract with a fellowship as a favor for me."
"Henry's lot right?" Sherlock asked. Q just smirked," There are more things in my scope of the world then the mundane would think Sherlock."
"I am sure."
John looked at them as The Professor pulled out a watch," Oh... I do believe we are on a timetable, let's pick up the pace a little yes?"
"Right," The Enquiry handed Sherlock a photo from a briefcase and said," What do you know about this woman?"
"Not a thing," Sherlock answered. John frowned as he looked at the photo," I do. She's been part of two political scandals in the last year, and recently ended the marriage of a prominent novelist by having an affair with both participants separately. Hasn't she? There's been a few notes from her in the mail for Sherlock."
Sherlock looked at him," You haven't mettioned this."
John cleared his thought," They were a bit stalkerish, Sherlock. I sent them to X to make sure they were safe first. She hasn't said anything back yet."
The Professor frown," She wouldn't... not with something like that," They turned to the enquirey," I don't think it is safe for my son to be involved in this. I suggest sending this to the fellowship, and only involve Galahad and Merlin."
With that, the five who were not to be involved left the palace.
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John inmdently noticed that Sherlock was upset. He looked at him and opened his mouth to speak but shut it again deciding against it. It seemed to him that Sherlock was in one of those moods where he wouldn't say anything until he was good and ready. The awkward slincene became deafening as they were dropped off at Baker Street. Once inside Sherlock looked to the blond man and asked," Why didn't you say anything?"
John looked at him before asking," What did you want me to say? What could I say? You've barely been in the flat, and when you have we've been taking cases which isn't exactly the most opertune time to say, 'Hey Sherlock you are being stalked by some women who's bent on destroying reputations." (Which, while correct, The author would like to point out that if you ever find out that someone you love or know is being stalked unaware, it may be best to tell them then tell the authorities.)
Sherlock stared at him before he said," That isn't the point, John. The point is you went behind my back. I trust you, probably more than any one."
"How can you trust me? We're barely in the same room let alone the same build anymore!"
Sherlock looked at him before sighing," John... Do you know what I am?"
"What sort of question is that?" John asked. Sherlock didn't say anything but turned to him and waited. John sighed," Fine... You're part alien. Some kind from a plant called Galifray... but what douse that have to do with the conversation we were having?"
"Everything! John, I had to separate myself from you before I did something I would regret!"
"What! You normally don't care for anyone but yourself!" John shouted. Sherlock frowned," Your wrong."
"Then Prove it!"
Sherlock stepped forward, leaned down, and grabbed John's face as he leaned down to kiss him. Months of pent up lust, rage, worry, and love poured into that kiss. It wasn't passionate, but soft, kind, and full of love.
At first, John was surprised but he melted into the kiss like butter in a hot pan. Time seemed to tick a little slower for both of them.
When the kiss broke John blinked before saying," Why would you reget that?"
"Because I wasn't sure you would return it."
John stood on his tip-toes and kissed Sherlock on the lips briefly before planting the soules of his feet and said," Are you sure now?"
"Yes."
"Good."