What We're Born to Do: A SuperWholock AU

Chapter Five: Superwholock

“The Hogwarts Express, a gleaming scarlet steam engine, was already there, clouds of steam billowing from it, through which the many Hogwarts students and parents on the platform appeared like dark ghosts.”

(Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, page 105 )

Dean really wasn’t thrilled with the new arrangements. He would’ve much preferred to spend the trip with a different dark-haired, blue-eyed, awkward guy, and judging by the other’s body language, he wasn’t his first choice of travelling companion either. 

Sam, however, didn’t seem to mind. When they moved their trunks into the compartment he sat down next to the other boy without hesitation. “Hi,” he said, “My name’s Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean. Who’re you?”

“Sherlock Holmes, but frankly I’m quite busy at the moment, so if you could just shut up it’d be very appreciated.” Sherlock nearly spat, and Sam moved cautiously over to the side Dean was on with a small “Oh.”

This had Dean seeing red. No one was allowed to be an asshole to Sammy and not end up with a broken nose at the least, if Dean was feeling merciful. “Dude, you are not going to talk to my brother like that and get away with it. Who the hell do you think you are?” he growled, standing up and clenching his fists. Sherlock merely looked up at him with casual disinterest.

“I think I was minding my own business, unlike your little brother here. Didn’t your mother ever teach him that?” He paused and looked them over, and just before Dean was ready to call the son-of-a-bitch out on that he spoke again. “Oh, I see. No mother to teach you basic manners. That explains why you’re the one that packed his trunk and attempted to make him look presentable, terrible job might I add. With hair like that the stairs might actually let him into the girls’ dormitory.”

Sam started to sniffle, and Dean was just about ready to shove this pretentious bastard out of the train. How the hell did he know that? “I don’t know how you figured all that shit out, but I do know that if you don’t shut up you’re gonna need to go to the hospital wing before we’ve even left London.” Sherlock seemed to ignore him, poring through the schoolbooks he’d taken out. That just made Dean even madder, and he slammed his fist on the glass door. Some of the students in the surrounding compartments looked over at them, curious.

“Considering that your general, well, everything is much sloppier than your brother’s, it’s only natural to assume that you deemed his more important than your own. While his trunks aren’t even strained, yours look like they’re about to burst and there’s a sleeve sticking out of the side. His collar is perfectly straight and his hair is combed almost impeccably. Definitely a sign of someone taking care of him. Yours, however, is crooked, your socks are mismatched, and your hair is all over the place. If you had a mother she would have made certain that you both looked neat. But the dissymmetry shows that it must have been you. And your father must not be a very good one, as you clearly have been raised by a fairly strict man but he must not have cared about how you look. And oh, you’ve undoubtedly got some issues in the father department.” Sherlock raised bored eyes to meet Dean’s, and he would have liked nothing better than to strangle him on the spot. He heard Sammy start to cry, and Dean was just about to snap. “And don’t get me started on that other boy, you two cle-”

Dean punched him in the face before he could say anything else. Gasps echoed from the train around, but he didn’t care. The douchebag had it coming. He wasn’t going to let anyone talk about his family like that. Just him? Fine. It’s not like he’d never heard it before. But bringing up Sam, Dad, or even Cas? Decidedly not at all okay.

“I. Said. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Dean snarled, as Sherlock got up and collected the papers and books that had been strewn across the floor. He didn’t say or do anything, which confused Dean, but he realized what was happening as Sherlock began to approach Sam. “If you lay one finger on him I swear to God…”