Fire and Ice

The Definition of Knocking

Hi!! I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my mom. Not only because it's her birthday (happy birthday), but because she has to put up with me every day going on and on about this story, and has at least pretended to listen. Which helped me a lot by the way, thank you. You also helped me come up with some pretty good ideas, not just with this story but with others too, when you were listening. I know that you liked this chapter for one particular scene ;) so happy birthday!!

Chapter 4: The Definition of Knocking

Castiel kept his promise and came back 4 and a half hours later. He also made his best effort to knock instead of just popping up. But his kind of knocking clearly didn’t have the same definition of our knocking.

Who knows how long Cas had been standing there, but when I woke up he was standing in between mine and Dean’s beds just staring at us. Dean was still asleep, with the blankets only covering below his waist and Cas was staring hard at his body.

“Cas,” I said. He jerked his head in my direction.

“Good morning, Sam,” He said calmly.

I looked at the clock next to my bed which read 5:00pm. It hade been exactly 5 hours since Cas put Dean to sleep, “When we say knock, we mean come carefully and try not to surprise us. It’s OK to wait for us to notice, but not while we sleep. That’s just… creepy.” I explained.

“I will try my best.”

As if on cue, Dean groaned. We both looked over at him to see that he’d woken up.

“Woah, Cas!” He said, jerking up and pulling the covers over his bare chest. “What are you doing?”

“I’m here to take you to London, to stay with Kevin Baker, while you investigate James Moriarty.”

“Bobby’s friend Kevin Baker?”

“Yes,” Cas and I said in unison.

“Alright, well I have to get dressed,” Dean said, pulling the covers further over his chest.

“Go ahead,” Cas said.

“Not with you here,” Dean said. I glared at him, but he was staring at Cas. I guess he had a point. I didn’t really want Cas watching us while we got changed, but Dean didn’t have to be so harsh about it.

“Where do I go?”

“I don’t know. Go stand in the bathroom or something. Stare at yourself in the mirror,” Dean said harshly.

Cas looked down in embarrassment, “Alright.”

I wondered what was going on between the two of them. They had been tense for the past couple of days and I couldn’t figure out what was going on. It had been since about a week ago, when Cas and Dean had gone off on their own while I stayed back to do some research. After that they haven’t been the same.

I got dressed quickly in whatever smelt and looked clean. When we were ready, we called Cas out of the washroom.

“Ready?” Cas asked.

“Ready,” Dean replied and I nodded in agreement. Cas put one hand on each of our shoulders and in the time it took me to blink, we were in London.

“Wow,” Dean said.

I looked around, we had gone from early evening to what looked like midnight. It felt like time travel.

It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the darkness but as soon as they did I checked to see where we were. It was some street called Baker Street. It was a small street, and it looked pretty empty. Not somewhere a millionaire would live.