Superwholock: The Upbringing (Moved To Different Account)

Chapter 2: Why Her?

AN: I freakin redid this since it was horrible, deal with it. Hope you enjoy though!

John's POV

243 Resurrect Rd.
Sherlock and I stepped out of the cabbie and walked up to the front of the old house. The door steps were broken and moldy with age, every single widow was smashed and dulled, and the paint was torn away due to weathering.

For once in his life, Sherlock actually showed he was scared, unless you count the case of the Hounds of Baskervile. I was frozen for quite a while and I certainly did NOT want to enter the house.

"Do you really think she's here?", I asked. Sherlock, not taking his eyes off the house answered, "It's possible.". Before I could speak, Myra stood next to us, probably remembering the days before the explosion.

"Alright... let's go". Without hesitation she walked up the rickety doorsteps and tried to open the door. But with it being closed for 20 years, it wouldn't budge. As she struggled, I saw something out of the corner of my eye.

I turned around to find a statue of a angel crying. I grew curious and stepped up to the angel. That was never there before... so where did it come from?

I walked around the angel trying to see what moved it. Without luck, I just shrugged off the feeling and walked back to Sherlock to find that Myra kicked the door open.

"Are you insane?! Someone could have seen that!", I whispered loudly. Myra rolled his eyes and sarcastically stated, "Well boohoo.".

And just like that, she casually walked walked in the old house, leaving me shocked by her actions. Sherlock of course said nothing and kept a straight face on his cheekbones.

"Well come on you two! I won't wait for you lot all day!", Myra yelled across the dark hall. Sherlock shook his head and went after Myra. I hesitated and looked behind him to see if anyone was watching them. I breathing a sigh of stress, walked into the house.

Before I closed the door, I turned around to see the angel statue that was bent over with its hands covering its eyes, was now with its body upright, hands away from its face, to reveal menacing eyes and a mischievous smile. I was slightly shaken by this, quickly closing the door, convincing myself that it was just a hallucination.

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Three Days After...

In America, things weren't going as well for the Winchester brothers as they usually do. They've just finished a hunt that involved a spiritual ghost going after a girl and her friends, who have driven a girl to suicide.

Whatever they did to her, the ghost definitely didn't want them to go unpunished. It went after them and tried to murder them, but luckily the Winchesters were there to burn the ghost's corpse so that it wouldn't do anymore harm and finally be at peace.

"Damn it! Why couldn't it be easy like the other ones we did this month?" asked Dean, the oldest. Sam, the youngest, chuckled and said, "To be honest... I have no idea.". Dean sighed and said, "Where's our wingman when we need him?".

"For the record, I'm not your wingman Dean". Dean jumped at the sound of the voice behind him, "Ack!! Quit doing that already! It scares the freakin' hell out of me!". Sam looked up from his wounds and smiled, "Hey Cas. What's up?". Cas blankly looks at Sam and says, "Nothing much. Except something that might be interesting for the both of you.".

"Dude... why would we need a suitcase?", asked Dean. Sam laughs and says, "To be honest I think that he means like a mystery case Dean", "Oh... anyway what's the case?". Cas gets a folder out of his trench coat and handed it to Sam.

"Three days ago, four people went missing on 243 Resurrect Road. A man named Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, and Myra Aragaki.", "Who is the last one Cas?", "You're not gonna like it-", "Just tell me!", "Who else do we know that is a dreamreaper?". Sam and Dean looked at each other with horrified looks on their faces.

"Asyria!".