Behind Closed Doors: A Superwholock Fanfiction

Chapter 4

Sam looked around the room at the motley crew that was assembled in Dean and The Doctor's bedroom. Being the youngest, Sam felt oddly out if place. He sat next to Dean, tapping his feet on the floor quickly as his nerves grew. The red head girl, Amy, held hands with the blonde, skinny boy, Rory, who as sat on the bed next to The Doctor. All three had shocked looks glued to their faces. Amy shook her head, clearing her thoughts. "So, uh... Demons..." she muttered in her rough Scottish accent. "Demons are real?"

Dean nodded. "And basically all the other nightmare monsters you were told were fake since you were a kid."

"So... you guys do what now?" Rory, standing up and pacing the room, trying to wrap his head around what was going on.

Sam sighed. "Our dad used to take us on hunts and he taught us how to deal with the monsters."

"And he stopped when he finally got some sense knocked into him, right? I mean, monster hunting? What kind of a childhood is that for kids?" Amy scolded.

Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Not a good one... Nope, dad didn't stop until the day he died."

The room got extremely quit. The three friends looked at the two orphans. "Dean, Sam, I'm so sorry, we didn't know..." The Doctor trailed off.

Sam shrugged. "Its alright. He died when I was nine and Dean was twelve. He died hunting a powerful demon called Yellow Eyes, or Azazel. We took care of that demon ourselves." Sam looked down at the ground.

Amy coughed. "Wow... I wouldn't expect you two to be..."

"What?" Dean prompted.

"I didn't expect you two to be murderers..."

Dean defensively leaped to his feet. "Were not murderers! We kill monsters, not humans!"

Amy leapt up and walked towards Dean. "You said a demon knife kills the vessel. The vessel is a human, yes or no?"

Dean's gaze dropped for a half second, but long enough for Amy to notice. Amy opened her mouth to speak, but Rory cut her off. "Amy, it's not their fault. They can only do so much."

Amy sighed as she sat down, trying to keep her cool. Dean ran his fingers through his hair. Sam looked at the awkward group of misfits and sighed, tucking his hair behind his ears. This was going to be a tough one.

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Anna held Gabriel's hand and looked over at her older brother, Castiel, who had been silent the whole time as Gabriel retold what had happened that night. John sat across from them, a notebook and pen in his hands, jotting down various notes and occasionally nodding and encouraging her brother to go on. Sherlock sat next to John, Indian style, his hands in a prayer position and pressing against his lips. He had not said a word as Gabriel was talking and for a while, Anna thought he had zoned out. Gabriel shivered as he spoke, "The man heard me and he chased me through the woods. I started yelling for help, but then he grabbed my hood and put his hand over my mouth and-"

Gabriel shook his head and couldn't go on any longer. Anna looked at her brother and patted his back, encouragingly. Castiel sat, mimicking Sherlock exactly. His crystal blue eyes squinted at Sherlock. Anna knew what her older brother thought about Sherlock. He had told her before. Sherlock Holmes is just a kid trying to play God. He takes other peoples misfortunes, things they would rather forget, and forces them to re tell them. He's a machine. No emotions. Cas had said. Looking at the black curly haired boy, Anna wondered if her brother was right, for his eyes showed no sign of compassion, but only eagerness. Sherlock was enjoying this.