"Bloody hell.." mutters John under his breath as he looks around at his surroundings. This is indeed Whites Gentleman's Club. He sees Sherlock isn't looking much better than him. Sam and Dean look like nothing happened. The freak in the trench coat is just standing there starring off into nothing.
"We're here." Cas says.
"How is this possible? There must have been drugs involved. Did you drug me? No. Nevermind. That's ridiculous. I never ate anything. A gas? Secret syringe? Tell me." Sherlock spills out like he'll never be able to talk in his life again. Dean cracks his knuckles and Sherlock immediately shuts up. John looks at Sherlock with a concerned look. Cas looks at Sherlock with a confused expression.
"Dude, calm down.." Sam says as he rolls his eyes.
"How can I calm down?! This is insane!"
"Insane is kinda our thing. Wait till you meet our friend from down below"
"Alright," Dean says "let's get down to business."
Dean and Sam were already in their suits.
"Uh. Alright. Dean and I will check out the manager. The rest of you, see what you can find from the girls who knew our demon."
The group splits up. Cas follows Sam and Dean.
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"Yeah. We have someone with red hair. Bright red." The manager says.
"Awesome." Dean mutters under his breath.
"Can you give us more of a description?" Sam asks.
"Sure. She's around 5'6. Skinny. I last saw her walking out of her boyfriend Kaleb."
"That's our vic, Dean."
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The group meets back up at the entrance. John's cardigan is near drenched in sweat. Talking to the beautiful women made him nervous and barely able to speak. Sherlock seemed to not even notice that they were women.
"Alright. What do we got?" Sam asks.
"Well, our supposed killer is not the type of person that would do this. By the accounts of her co-workers, she was a very nice person." Sherlock replies insantly.
"Her name is Sheridan Owsly" Dean says to the group. She was the last person seen with our vic. So, she's the meatsuit we are on the lookout for."
"Excuse me? Did you just say meatsuit?" John asks, trying to pretend he never heard that.
"Yea. Meatsuit. Basically it's the name for a person when they are possessed.."
"Oh...okayy..." John says, feeling a little bit sick in his stomache.
"Guys," Lestrade interjects "There are two more reported killings.."
(SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER. I'VE KEPT YOU GUYS WAITING LONG ENOUGH. APOLOGIES. I'M ALSO WRITING A DESTIEL HS AU SOOOO :). Thank you guys so much for reading this story.)
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Black eyes on Baker street.
FanfictionA string of murders brings Sam and Dean to the United Kingdom. A consulting detective and and his 'mate' are already on the case. Some of the chapters are short. There'll be a lot of them, though.
