The Seven Devils: SuperWhoLock

Chapter 3

*John's POV*

To be perfectly honest I felt a bit betrayed, Sherlock had been researching, meeting people and setting up a team for this case and left me out of it up until now. I had to get over it quickly though, we were in a cab on our way to meet up with the "team" Sherlock had became a part of. "Sherlock, have you ever actually met these people?" He looked away from me for a moment then turned back, "That is irrelevant." All that was going through my head was the thoughts of these people being serial killers. "It is completely relevant! These people could be dangerous!." I almost stopped  talking when I realized we had dealt with much bigger and more dangerous things. "John you must be joking! Have you forgotten previous cases?" He looked away again shaking his head slightly. "Yes, yes your right. I just feel differently about this case." It was true. I felt strange about it, like there was something really going on. It could also be nothing. "That is how I am also feeling about this peculiar case. Ah, we are almost there." We drove onto a narrow road, I could hear the tires driving on the gravel. Trees were lined on both sides of the road, It was a cloudy day making the tree tunnel seem very dark even though it was only around noon. At the end of the road was a small village of shops and cafe's, It had a sketchy feel to it. "Stop here please." Sherlock told the driver, we stopped outside of Crown Bookstore. I followed Sherlock out of the cab, he led me down the street until there was an alley between two buildings. At the end of the alley was a stone arch, it was dark underneath. "Is this the place?" I asked. "Yes, They could be here at any time." He answered turing his head in many directions, looking for them I guessed.

We had sat under the arch for about 34 minutes, I was reading a news article I found nearby and Sherlock was... Being Sherlock. Sitting. Waiting. Deducting things, like what type of stone the arch was made out of. Then he finally broke the silence, "John.." I set my paper down, "Yes?" "Thank you." He had caught me a bit off guard. "What for?" He looked up at me, "Being my friend. People seem to think I am like an information dispenser, They come to me when they need help or need to know something. But they never care to  ask me if I need help". I understood what he was saying, and I could relate in an opposite way. After Afghanistan people (If there was anyone around, that is) would only ask me if I need help or need to talk about what happened, when all I wanted was to talk to people about their lives and help others, noot everyone worrying about me. "Thank you for asking me to help you with this case and every case before this and being a friend to me as well." We both smiled, his quickly faded. "Moving on, They're  here." We both turned our heads when a grey car pulled up at the other end of the dark alley-way. Two men got out, one taller with very long hair, another shorter with shorter hair. "So that is them?" I asked Sherlock with a low voice. "It seems so. I thought there were three of them and we still have one more party we are waiting on." He replied standing tall, hands behind his back. The men approached, they both looked at eachother, The shorter one raised his eyebrows quickly then said "Here we go." Through his breathe. The tall one reached his hand out to Sherlock, "Sam Winchester, This is my brother Dean." He took his hand "Sherlock Holmes, It is nice to finally meet in person. This is my friend John Watson." The first thing I noticed from their accents was the two men, Sam and Dean, were from America. "You both came a long way then, America?" I asked them both. "Um yeah" Sam answered. "Did you fly here or ride a boat?" They looked at eachother then at me, "We have quicker more private way of transportation." Dean answered. "I thought there were three of you arriving?" Sherlock interupted my small talk. "He should be here any minute, I told him to pick up some food." Sam said looking around, and for some reason he looked up. "I don't think he is in the sky." I said sarcastically, "You'd be suprised." Dean laughed, I was a bit confused by that. Then something completely strange happened. "Cas! Get down here man! And don't forget my pie this time!" He yelled looking up. I turned to Sherlock who looked just as stunned as me. These guys are completely insanne. I turned to look behind me, making sure this wasn't some kind of trap. I was just staring at Sam and Dean and they were staring at us. I closed my eyes to blink and opened them to hear a small swoosh sound. There stood a man in a trench coat. Holding pie.