Roommates with Angels and Demons

Day 157

Day 157- 9:13pm
Millie's PoV

"Why can't I come?!" Charlie whined as I pulled my jacket on. We wore something nicer than our normal 'lumberjack' clothes.

"Because we have no idea what the monster is and I would go mad if you got hurt," I replied setting my hands on the sides of her face.

"But you're going to meet Sherlock Holmes and John Watson!" She replied. I shook my head before sighing.

"Fine," I groaned. She smiled and grabbed her jacket. I looked to my brothers before shrugging.

"Alright we'll try to get this wrapped up as fast as possible." Dean glanced to everyone else.

"Yeah that's fine we have a few matters to attend to upstairs," Gabriel glanced to Raphael.

"Well we're going to check out the pool," Meg slung an arm around Ruby.

"There's a pool?!" I groaned. "Goddamn Mycroft. There's a freaking pool that we have to wait to go in now!"

"It's indoor and heated," Balthazar added.

"Fucking hell!" I yelled and stomped out the door. My brothers followed me out along with Charlie and Cas.

"Let's hurry this up," Sam chuckled. Cas nodded. I took Charlie's hand and Sam set his hand on Dean's shoulder. Cas grabbed Dean and Charlie's shoulder. The familiar rush of air went around us and we were in an alleyway. We walked to the street to see we were on Baker Street. I heard Charlie squeal behind me.

"Hey, you need to get yourself together they have no idea that they are in a show or in books written a very long time ago," I quickly spoke to Charlie as we walked towards the door. I took lead and stepped up to the door. I figured I would be less intimidating than my six feet or over brothers. I used the knocker and waited. After a few moments the door opened.

"Hello, can I help you?" A lovely bubbly Mrs. Hudson answered the door.

"Hi, we're looking for Sherlock Holmes. We're here to help with a case, is he in by any chance?" I asked, smiling sweetly.

"Why yes he is, come in it looks like it might rain," she responded and opened the door. We filed into the foyer. I looked to my left to see a coat rack with the hat on it. The actual hat... Mrs. Hudson started up the stairs. "Sherlock there's some people here to see you! They're here to help you with a case!"

"Send them up, Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock replied. Mrs. Hudson smiled at us as she led us up the stairs. Holy crap that's Sherlock Holmes.

"Hi, your brother sent us. Said you needed help with a case," I spoke. Sherlock opened his mouth and braced myself to be deduced. I took a moment to look around the room. There were baby toys scattered around and there was a baby bottle sitting on a table. Alright so we're at season 4 at least. John's chair was in use and there was a high chair at the table in the kitchen. Okay so Mary's dead. That sucks.

"Americans. Obvious poor posture- you've spent most of your time in a car and on cheap mattresses. Scarred knuckles and scars- you've seen lots of combat- not military though your behavior is close to that of a soldier. That means strict upbringing. The green eyed one and the tall one are your brothers evident by the glare the instant I singled you out and similar facial structure. Much the same for them except for the tall one. Not a lot of signs of the strict upbringing likely due to being the youngest therefore the most loved meaning your father went easy on you. Your mother died young obviously from your hairstyles. No mother would allow those haircuts which have not changed your entire lives. The red head girl is obviously a fan also lesbian from how she looked at your butt as you came up the stairs," he went on and on until he came to Cas and he stopped. "Hmm." He said nothing else. "Oh and you happen to be the Winchester siblings who were on the FBI's most wanted several times and faked your death. I admire that."