Secretes

Chapter 1- The Family Business- DW

                “Katherine Nightengale.” I said, waving my hand to attract Sam. My flannel stuck to my skin as I gestured to my brother and the angel who was with us. It was quite warm for a night in early May. I stood there, just staring into the darkness, shotgun loaded with rock salt rounds, ready for anything that could come after me. To be honest, something felt different. Not the spirit, but the graveyard itself.

                Sam and Cas stared back at me through the cracked moonlight. They walked over to the headstone of the deceased maiden. They were barely visible in the night. I could just see the outline of Cas’s trench coat and Sam’s plaid shirt in the light of my fading flashlight.

                After a while, Sam finally spoke up, “Yup.” He seemed distracted. I saw his chestnut-brown eyes wondering over to the other graves like someone is watching him. He started to dig into the lifeless soil about six inches away from the headstone. Cas was just staring at him blank-faced but his icy blue eyes were wide. This was his first time in the grave-desecration business and he was like a deer in the face of a SUV.

                I shifted from foot to foot, glaring at anything that moved. Nothing much did move, though. There was no wind, no spring insects, just a far off highway. There was a strange angel statue a few tombstones away… “Hey, Cas! You know her?” I asked, jokingly pointing at the eerie statue.

                “No, it is just a statue.” He said, avoiding eye contact.

                “Ok,”

                I heard a loud thump and then a crash. “Found the bones!” Sam half shouted. His hair was wet with sweat and I almost felt bad for not touching the shovel once. Suddenly, the sprit appeared out of nowhere, coming straight for me. I’m pretty sure my heart skipped a beat when she started to run towards me in her twitchy, spirit-y fashion. I fired a round at her white robes and she vaporized into thin air.

                A few shots later, I was almost out of salt rounds but thankfully she was weakening. 

                “Quick!” I yelled, chucking the gasoline and rock salt at him, “Torch them!” Katherine appeared to my left, towards Castiel. I hesitated to shoot, but I quickly realized he is an angel, an unstoppable force. I shot. That was a decision I have yet to regret, so I guess I did good.

                A burst of heat hit me in the face as I turned around to see the last of the corrupted soul burn. Everything was quiet besides the fire crackling in the grave. But something was different. I scanned around the graveyard, looking at every tombstone and marble obelisk until I noticed it.

                The angel statue that I saw earlier was now almost ten feet away. “Sammy, is it me or did that statue move?” I questioned. “I mean it went from this,” I stood up straight, mimicking the hand gestures of the stone angel, “to this,” I lowered my hands to my chest. “Plus it moved a couple feet, so yeah.”

 There was a deafening silence that screamed GO CHECK IT OUT! 

I crept towards the statue with a cautious gait. Step by step, I inched closer and that’s when I made one of the worst decisions of my life. I blinked.

The last thing I heard was Sam screaming “DEAN!” and I could feel the brush of Castiel’s wings but it was too late. I was stuck in 1932.

Chapter 2- Holiday- JHW

Note: John and Sherlock are a couple

“Sherlock! There you are. Get ready, we’re leaving in ten.” I set down the book I was reading and placed a kiss on his cheekbone, “I’ll go get my bags.” He smiled and walked into the living room to sit in his favorite chair. I went up the stairs to my bedroom and grabbed a large duffle bag and a laptop case; after all I am a blogger.

I came downstairs to find Sherlock on his chair, probably deep in thought but, to be honest, he could be doing anything. “’Land of the Free’, they call it. They’re just a load of patriotic dumbasses that can’t do more than watch ‘baseball’ and eat, well, whatever they eat.” He snarled, waving his hand dramatically. “Yet the United States of America is one of the most powerful countries in the world. Amazing how capitalism works.” His brown, blue, green, and every color in between eyes narrowed into the kitchen

“Lockie, don’t act like that, you’ll get mauled. And go get your luggage. A cab will be here any moment.” I said, with genuine concern. I knew he was tough, but you never know with American pride. Sherlock leapt out if his chair and sprinted up the stairs. A few moments later, he returned with a large duffle, similar to mine.

“Boys! Your cab is here!” Mrs. Hudson yelled.

Sherlock and I rushed down to the door. “Thanks, Mrs. Hudson. See you in a week.” I chimed as we walked out of the flat. Goodbye 221B, hello L.A.! A Cheshire cat smile spread across my face as I opened the door of the car to let my partner in. “Los Angeles. How fun.” I said to Sherlock.

His face was like a porcelain mask; cold and hard. He quickly realized I said something and his expression softened. “Oh, yes!” he grinned

“Certainly.” I said, cupping his cheek. “You, me, and a 5-star hotel room. For seven whole days.” I kissed his soft lips and he kissed back. I stroked his dark curls as he grabbed my back to bring me closer. His tongue poked at my teeth as the kiss deepened.

“Get a room!” the cabbie hissed.

“Rude.” I mumbled.

“Don’t shoot the cabbie, John.” Sherlock interjected.

I glared at him, trying hard not to rip his shirt off. “You will never let that go, will you?”

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Soon we arrived at the airport, the international flights terminal. I paid the cabbie and he sped off into the traffic, like a mad GTA player. After checking our bags, going through security, and an hour waiting at the gate, the PA finally spoke, “Flight 3976 to Los Angeles, California is now boarding. Please proceed to gate 18F.”

“C’mon sweetie, we’re boarding.” I said, smiling up at him. He grasped my hand and led me through the crowd of the London Heathrow Airport. We filed into the see seemingly endless line of travelers.

“Oh sweetie! This is going to be so much fun! I’ve never been overseas,” I said, matching his blissfully anticipating look.

“You know, I would never would be doing this without you. Much less enjoying this.” He said with an incredibly sassy expression. Why does do this to me? He is just too perfect, I’m so lucky to have him for myself.

“Tickets?” the airline worker demanded.

Sherlock and I hander the tickets and walked down the chilly hallway-like tunnel on to the plane. We settled into our seats near the back of the plane and waited.

A half-hour later, we flew west to the land of the free.