Just The Name

Chapter 4

Crowley and Jim welcomed John and Mary and Greg into the party.

There was already a fair amount of people, including Cas. Which was odd because the three of them left from John's apartment, before Cas.

However, he could hardly make out Cas's face in the dim lights. Mary led him to the dance floor where they sort of swayed and "talked" (screamed) at each other.

***

Sam was bouncing off the walls.

Sherlock began wondering if he should have put a leash on the boy as they walked down to the party.

The entered, got greeted by Crowley (Jim was flirting with someone in the party, but was in the bathroom to the full extent of Crowleys knowledge.)

Across the party, Sherlock caught sight of the boy who'd knocked on Sherlocks door.

He was, again, wearing fingerless gloves. No one else here was. It was too hot for even the most devoted of soulmate hiders.

"See anyone you recognize?" Sam called over the din.

"You're never going to meet Gabriela!" Sherlock yelled back, "And I'm never going to meet John! No one meets their soulmates, they just... exist knowing that they're out there somewhere."

Sam rolled his eyes and began walking away.

"Hello, brother." Mycroft's voice came from beside Sherlock.

"Mycroft." Sherlock responded, eyes locked onto Hopefully John, who was dancing with some blonde hair blue eyed girl.

"Think it's John?" Mycroft asked.

"Not a chance in hell." Sherlock responded.

A flash caught Sherlock's eyes. He turned and saw a name on a hand, "Mycroft"

The flash had been the man's wristwatch just above it. But Crap. There was Greg.

Sherlock went to look up at his brothers soulmates face, but before he could, Greg shifted out of sight.

"I SAW HIM!" Sherlock screamed at Mycroft, who blinked in confusion.

"Mycroft," Sherlock was still yelling, but a bit quieter now. "I saw your name on someone's hand. Bright gold wristwatch, Greg is here!"

There was silence between them, before they both began grabbing hold of people's arms to see if it was Greg.

This resulted in a few too many slaps, but they honestly didn't care.

***

"Hi." Sam whispered, looking over at the boy standing beside him, sucking on a lollipop.

"Samsquatch, right?" The boy asked, pulling the lollipop put of his mouth.

Sam felt a bit annoyed at the boys mannerisms.

He pulled his glove off. 'Gabriel.'

"Can we just get this over with?"

"What's the rush?" Gabe asked, leaning to face Sam.

"I don't like you." Sam said, simply. "Dean was right and I want to prove it."

Gabe hesitated. "Ouch, Sammy. That hurt. Real low."

"Don't call me that."

"Lollipop?" Gabe offered Sam his own, half sucked lollipop.

"No thanks." Sam sneered.

"Fine." Gabe spat.

He poked Sam's skin with his bare finger and waited. Five seconds. Nothing. Ten seconds. Nothing. Fifteen.