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Chapter Six: Then and Now

Chapter Six: Then and Now

Author's note: VERY PG1-13 chapter! For people who don't know Supernatural, in the very beginning of each episode, it says Then or in Midseason return, season finale/premiere, it says On The Road So Far. They give some flashbacks like all the other three fandoms and then it says Now and the episode begins. That's how I'm going to work the flashbacks. Start of a flashback, THEN; end of a flashback, NOW. Basically, I jam-packed this chapter with flashbacks. I won't do as much in later chapters, promise! Also, it was intense writing, so it took a while, so I hope you like it and sorry for the delay!

THEN

Sherlock walked to the victim, deep in thought. He saw her pale, fragile fingers pressed to the floor. He looked a bit confused; after all, it was an odd case.

"The victim eighteen years old was drained by her cracked lips pale body and thin blood vessels," Sherlock observed, kneeling by the victim and showing them. "Blood loss is the cause of death after..."

"Oh, God!" One of their colleagues shouted after Sherlock flipped the victim over.

"After being stabbed with this device."

Sherlock and John were outraged by the killing. Their colleagues had put hands to their mouths. The victim was stabbed in the heart with a metal device that was attached to a tube.

"The killer had done this carefully, trying to safe every drop." Said Sherlock.

"Well we'll leave you guys be." Sherlock and John nodded in response.

"Well a tube has to go somewhere." Said John.

"Exactly. This tube goes..." He picked up a tube and followed it down to the end. "a crack?"

Sherlock looked clueless. To no surprise, Sherlock was the best at solving things. There was almost nothing he couldn't figure out. Seeing Sherlock like this worried John. Sherlock and John peered into the glowing crack in the wall.

"This crack, by the length of this and the circumference of the tube it isn't big enough. This is scientifically impossible!"

FWOMP! Sherlock and John looked at each other with confusion. No, it wasn't their imagination. Neither of them had an idea what could have made that sound. It sounded like something blowing in the wind. John was awed. "Did you... see that?"

Two men looked at each other with dread. One man was wearing a v-neck and trousers. The other was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. They were both wearing jackets. The first man, who looked older than the second, spoke first. "Sorry about that. Wrong location. Uh, awkward."

"You just appeared!" John exclaimed.

"Nice going, bro." The second man spoke with an American accent.

"This is an impossible occurrence, like the crack." Sherlock told John quietly.

"Great!" The first man spat.

The second man showed the first man two fingers. The first man nodded. The two men each put two fingers on Sherlock and John's heads. They felt a gust of wind a and when they opened their eyes they were standing on a dirt road by a street corner where a blue telephone booth from the 1960's stood.

Two men, one taller man with brown hair that curved behind his ears and touched the back of his neck and a man Sherlock's size with blond hair and hazel eyes that turned green. They both were wearing a suit and tie.

NOW

"Come on, guys!" Sam pleaded. "They aren't hurting anyone."

The crowd became calm again. The Doctor remained by his TARDIS a little stunned. "So, anyone for an adventure?"