Supernatural One Shots

Holmes Of 221B Baker Street

(A/N) Hiii so I'm sorry for being so inactive lately but, here's a special one shot to say sorry. This was not written by me but was written by a friend of mine and they would appreciate it if you could leave your thoughts in the comments below :D

I stared down at the abyss of the steep cliff, I saw nothing. Only the raging river down below, trying to find any remains of my friend in its waters.

Looking deep down there I felt an immense pain that I could barely describe. It felt as if the inside of me was hollow and dark, as if the death of Holmes had taken out my organs.

The death of Holmes: Thinking of these word made it all real. Everyone in town talked about it, how could it not be real?

Sherlock Holmes. Avid smoker, excellent reading machine, intelligent, and remarkable detective, and also a loyal friend. Who he was or shall I say, who he never will be again, perhaps because of my mistakes. Whenever I blundered he would give me a kind of look that said "You're my friend Watson, I don't leave my friends behind". Holmes will always have an upper hand in my success. Like no one would've even known who Doctor Watson is if Holmes had not always taught me and helped me and been there for me.

He never will be Holmes of 221B Baker Street. I would never get to see his long, thin figure or his deep in thought face while taking in deep puffs. The very thought of no more Holmes was horrifying.

"Holmes!" I cried to the rushing river, I got no reply except my own voice.

I sank to my knees and buried my head into my arms. Holmes was no more, and though life would go on, it would go on without interest. Complete monotony.

So tell me what you guys think in the comments below :3
-Ash