The Sherlocked Doctor (superwholock)

A Mind Reader Ships Destiel

Dean and Cas landed in a small, dark ally, which was like the start of every clichè horror movie ever.

"Right," Dean said, pulling Cas towards the busy Main Street. "I think- she should be this way." He started off, still slightly dragging Castiel.

"She?" Castiel asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Yeah," Dean said, "this witch I met a while back. Christina. I was s'posed to gank her - y'know how it is with hunters - but she just seemed so ... Human."

Castiel nodded. "It is a good think you didn't, or we would have no one to go to now," he said.

"It just seemed like the right thing to do," Dean shrugged.

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Dean raised his hand to knock, but the door flew open before he could. Yeah, because that's not cheesy at all, Dean thought sarcastically and the woman who opened the door glared at him.

"I happen to find it mystical and intriguing," she said and holyfuckingshit she'd heard him she must be a mind reader fuck shit fuck-

The mind reader winced and Dean stopped mentally cursing.

"Sorry," he said.

Castiel seemed to be very confused - not that unusual, considering how much of a loveable dork the guy was - the mind reader in front of Dean stiffened in surprise and he mentally cursed again, however her attention was diverted when Castiel stepped towards her.

"What are you talking about?" He asked and holy fuck he was giving her the adorable squinty eyes. Dean was really, really glad that the mind reader was busy with Cas as that last thought would have been completely embarrassing if she had heard it.

"I read his-" She jabbed a thumb at Dean "-mind, and didn't agree with what he was saying. Now. I assume you came here for a reason, so walk on in." She turned on her heel and marched inside. Dean turned to Cas and they had a look of "what do we do now, should we follow the creepy-witch-lady?"Finally Dean shrugged and slipped inside, Cas right behind him.

They followed Emily into a nice living room, and she gestured for them to sit down on the armchair. Dean plopped down on the cushion and Castiel perched on the arm.

"Right," Emily said. "You want to speak to my mum, Christina, right?"

"Yeah," Dean said. "How is she, anyway?" He asked.

"Dead," Emily said flatly. "But I can help you instead."

"Uh- I- sorry for your loss?" Dean didn't really know how to respond to that.

"Don't be," Emily said. "It was a peaceful death. Now, how can I help?"

Dean shrugged and pulled the picture of Clara from his pocket. "I need to find this girl."

Emily nodded, and took the photo. She closed her eyes and ran her hands over it for a minute or two, then handed it back to Dean.

"Clara Oswin Oswald. Hmm. She can be found at-" Emily closed her eyes and pressed her hands to her temples. "Two-oh-three Maple street, Aden. In England."

Dean committed the address to memory and nodded, standing up.

"Thanks, Emily," he said, and turned to look at his angel. "Cas, let's go."

"Dean," Emily muttered quietly so Cas couldn't hear. "You have nothing to be afraid of." Her mouth quirked up on one side. "He feels the same way."

And with that they landed back on the Tardis.

"Two-oh-three Maple street, Aden, England," Dean yelled to the Doctor, blood fizzing excitedly in his veins as he remembered Emily's words. You have nothing to be afraid of. He feels the same way. She was talking about Cas, Dean was sure of it. He felt as if he could whoop for joy, but settled for a small, triumphant smile as the Doctor excitedly punched the coordinates into the Tardis console and they took off, the Tardis tilting dramatically and sending Dean careening into a Great-Wall-of-Sam. They both laughed, and Dean grabbed onto one of the railings, hanging on for dear life.