The Improbable Case

Play Nice

"So this thing flies?" Dean asked mild anxiety seeping into his usually stoic voice.

"Yes Mr. Winchester. Apparently the TARDIS can travel through space." Sherlock snapped.

The two men and Cas were the only ones on the bridge. Rose was giving Sam and John the tour and The Doctor was checking something before they got started on the journey.

"It's Dean for the last time." The hunter growled. "Mr. Winchester is for some poor idiot who wears a monkey suit to work every day."

"So you're afraid of flying?" The detective asked mildly amused at the notion.

"So what?" Dean fired back. "Everyone has something they're
afraid of. Even if they fight everyone else's fears every day."

"You kill monsters without a second thought but you are afraid of traveling by plane or spaceship?"

"You know what I don't owe you an explanation." The American turned away and looked at the controls trying to understand them.

Cas approached his friend getting right up in his space as usual.
Dean didn't mind though. He was glad Cas was here with all his angel powers cause these morons from England weren't going to last otherwise.

"Volatile." Sherlock said suddenly in a condescending tone. "You're a killer by trade and you have way too much blood on your hands and the guilt of that slowly eats at you. You have issues with your father for not raising you and your brother properly. You have the signs of alcoholism. You bear a weight on your shoulders so that the general populace can go on living their happy normal lives. You save lives and yet you detest the idea of being called a hero. You view yourself through a shattered lense and believe you aren't good enough for anyone. You consider the mistakes you've made as failures that outweigh your good. You hate youself on a level no one could possibly understand. You lie and steal to get your 'good work' done. The only thing you view as a success is Sam, and you also know you have failed him too many times. And what you desperately want more than anything else in this world is the essence of the American dream; you long for a quiet life working as a mechanic, with a wife, and perhaps two or three children who adore you. But you can't have that can you?"

Dean had spun around halfway through Sherlock's monolog and now closed the gap until they were standing toe to toe. Surprisingly the eldest Winchester was just a little taller than the detective. His green eyes were dark.

"How do you know all that?" And without a word he was splashing Holy water in the man's face. When nothing happened the Englishman looked at him in shock.

Dean wound up and gave it to him right in the high sharp cheekbone. There was a satisfying smack! Followed by the pale detective stumbling back and against the wall.

By this time the others were all regrouping and John almost laughed aloud. "I see you're making friends Sherlock." He said mildly pleased that someone had caught his smug friend so off guard.

He usually praised Sherlock's brilliant deductions and analysis of people, but from the way the two Americans dodged questions, he figured it was probably better to let them warm up to a person first.

"I don't know who you think you are. But you better not try that with Sammy, cause I will kick your---" The door opened and The Doctor walked in.

"Oh dear. I should have warned Sherlock about the temperament of the Winchesters. I hear it's famous for generations."

"You should mind your own business." Cas said looking at Sherlock who was rubbing at his jaw. The angel had grown fond of the hunters over the years and he didnt like other people throwing their faults in their faces. "Dean and Sam's lives are not of import to you. Perhaps you might do well to read up on hypocrisy." He gave the human an intense gaze before looking at his hunters.