Behind Closed Doors: A Superwholock Fanfiction

Chapter 5

Sherlock took a drag of his cigarette, watching the whips of whitish- grayish smoke evaporate into the sky. John was sat on his bed, reading a rather large book with a lot of tattered pages and stains on the book cover, most likely an old hand- me- down book. Sherlock could feel John's disappointed glare burrowing into the back of his head. "You know, I could tell Mycroft that you're still smoking. I'm sure he would do something about it." John pointed out.
Sherlock replied in a monotone voice, "Mycroft doesn't control me, John. In fact, the only person he can control is Greg. That boy follows my brother around like he's God. Lestrade's going to get hurt, my brother's more of the "use them and loose them type." I give it two more weeks at the most." Sherlock smiled to himself.
John closed his book and stared at his roommate's back, his lips pursed and his eyes rolling. He couldn't believe Sherlock had said something so cruel and awful, yet at the same time, he couldn't imagine Sherlock saying something not so cruel and awful.
As Sherlock stomped out the cigarette, John took the opportunity to stare at the slender boy's ass. John bit his bottom lip as he thought impure teenage thoughts about his roommate. As much as John hated to admit it, he knew he was attracted to assholes. Every single guy he had ever dated had been a dick to him, had abused him, had put him down in every way imaginable. John was sick of it. So, why did he find himself falling for his egotistical, show off twit of a roommate? What did it matter to him? Besides, he had no idea whether Sherlock was gay or not. For a sociopathic genius, Sherlock Holmes sure is blind when it comes to love, John thought to himself.
John jumped as Sherlock spoke. "Damn cigarettes, always stinking up the place after I've had a smoke." He grouched and laid down in his bed.
John sighed. "Like I said, stop smoking then!"
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "It's not that simple, John!"
John opened his mouth to retort, but a knock happened upon the door. John looked at Sherlock. "Expecting anyone?" John asked before standing up.
Sherlock sat up and yelled, "Cas, come in!"
The doorknob turned and in stepped Castiel Novak, a nervous look on his face. John looked at Sherlock. "How did you know it was him?"
Sherlock shook his head. "The way he knocked, but that's not important now. Cas, what happened? Why are you here? Something's wrong, isn't it?" Sherlock took Cas by the shoulders.
Cas nodded and swallowed a lump in his throat. "Ms. Masters is dead. She was murdered last night. I figured if you're trying to figure out who the murderer is, you might want to know about the murders."
Sherlock quickly grabbed his black coat and grabbed the arms of both John and Cas. "Come on then! No time to loose! We have to get down to the scene and check out the place!"
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"And then, we heard Ms. Masters screaming. We rushed over to her, but it was too late. She was dead. We went and contacted the teachers as soon as we found her." Dean jotted down what the guy his age had said.
Marius Pontmercy was a tall, popular kid who was in Dean's bio class. His best friend, Enjolras, who Dean had secretly found hot until he met Cas, sat next to him. Both teenages had orange shock blankets wrapped around their shoulder. Marius's girlfriend, Cosette, sat next to him, squeezing his hand as he and Enjolras took turns reliving the horrific story. Eponine, who was also in Dean's bio class (Dean had caught her looking longingly at Marius more than once) looked jealously at the couple. "And did you happen to see anyone running away from the scene? Maybe the smell of sulfur?" Dean suggested.
Enjolras cocked his eyebrow. "Why? What are you going to so with the information?" He asked.
Dean opened his mouth to answer, but Sam chimed in. "Tell us, or we'll tell the teachers about that walk out rebellion thing you guys are planning for next month.
Enjolras stood up, the blanket falling off of his broad shoulders. He stood face to face with Sam. Enjolras was easily a half-head taller than Sam and probably a lot stronger. Dean grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him back a little to keep him from throwing the punch he was winding up. "Oh, so a little freshman is going to try and blackmail us?"
Sam broke away from Dean's grasp and got nose to nose with Enjolras. Enjolras grabbed the younger boy by the collar of his plaid shirt. "Hey!" Dean yelled and took a step foward as Enjolras went to hit his brother, but much to his surprise, Marius stood up and grabbed Enjolras' arm.
"Don't hurt him. He's just trying to help. Everyone's under a lot of stress right now. The least we can do is tell them what we saw."
Dean nodded gratefully to Marius as Enjolras sat back down.
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