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'Is that... England?!', Dean asked furiously.'I think it'll be good for you to know, that I am a free American and you have no right to kidnap me, you son of a bitch!', he yelled the last part. 

'Listen, I'm not-', the Doctor was cut off from an elderly friendly looking woman who opened the green door. 

'My, what was that about? You too are so loud!', she looked at the TARDIS.'Don't you have a place to stay?', the alien nodded his head with a pleading look on his face. The woman sighed.'Well, come in, I think I'd find an extra room for you two. And you won't owe me anything.', she added with a smile and welcomed them inside. 

The house was neither old, nor new; there were stairs, leading to another floor and the whole place was smelling like tea and cinnamon cookies. 

'I just have to warn you that the people, living upstairs, are a little... Different. Well, not both, maybe, but one of them... Ah, Sherlock, darling! We were just talking about you and John. These people will be using a room here for some time, since they've nowhere to go. What are your names again, sweethearts?', she asked with a polite smile.

How typically British.- Thought Dean, but kept his mouth shut, his perfect strong jaw clenched. 

'This is Dean Winchester, and I am the Doctor. We are very thankful for your help, it won't be unpaid for.'

'Ah, how lovely. You said you're a doctor? But Doctor who? Never mind. John is a doctor too, he'll be very happy to meet you. Now as I think about it, Sherlock, have you seen him, dear?'

The man who came from upstairs nodded his head negatively. He was very interesting, though Dean. He had piercing blue eyes, curly pitch black hair, and has wrapped a white bed sheet around his tall, slender body. 

'Oh, and I am ms. Hudson, this is Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes. You must have heard about him, he's a very famous detective-'

'Consulting. I am a consulting detective, can't you shove it inside your head? It must be boring in there.'

'Um... Say hi, sweetheart!', said the woman. 

'Everybody saying hello to each other.', he made a bitter face, which made him look like an otter. Dean almost laughed.'How wonderful!', the man added, sarcasm coming out of every movement he made. 

'Sherlock!', gasped ms Hudson. 

'Hm.', was all Sherlock said before he went went into the kitchen, only to come back with a white box in his hands. Then he walked to his room and loudly shut the door-an obvious sign he wanted no guests. 

'Please excuse him, he's a little strange.', said the woman and waved to the small table in the next room.'You must be starving, let's sit here, you'll tell me about how you ended up like that and I'll make some tea or coffee. What would you like, sweethearts?'

'I would love some tea, thank you!', answered the Doctor with a polite smile. 

'A cup of coffee. Black, without any sugar. Please.', added Dean after seeing the Doctor's expression. 

'I'll be back in a moment!', was all ms Hudson said before disappearing into another room.

'Now, Dean, seriously. We have to be polite, for God's sake! We're lucky enough that nice woman took us in and fed us. Take off that expression of mistrust and hate. I promise we'll travel back as soon as I repair the TARDIS. Deal?'

The Winchester cursed slightly, but forced a fake smile and nodded. God, what wouldn't he do because of Cas! 

There was a loud knock on the door and a wet man without an umbrella came in, his lips moving soundlessly and probably cursing Sherlock for sending him to St Bartholomew in that horrible storm, which did indeed begin when he left the hospital to get back home, but surely did Sherlock know. As usual. 

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