Just The Name

Chapter 12

Sam returned not too long after he left. The funeral was over and he didnt want to talk to, or even see his dad.

Dean, on the other hand, was convinced that John was innocent. He wanted to stay to gather information.

As for Sherlock and Mycroft, Sam had no clue. He got the distinct feeling that Sherlock was not fond of discussing this topic.

Sam went straight to Gabriel when he got back. He knocked on the door, lightly.

Nothing.

Then

"Come in."

Sam opened the door to reveal a worse for wear Gabriel.

"Heya, Samsquatch." Gabe said, almost remoresfully.

"Gabe." Sam smiled a bit. "What happened to you?"

"Ah, my dickwad brother came over, demanded I and Cas come home, threatened to kill you, I shoved him out a window, we fought, dad came in, he yelled, long story short, I think Mikeys on time out. Might even get kicked out, like Lucifer."

Sam's eyes widened a bit and he stood there, silently.

When he finally managed to speak, he asked, "Lucifer?"

Gabriel seemed to be silently cursing himself.

"Yeah, uh, were all named after Angels, so..."

"But Lucifer's-"

"Technically still an angel. Lollipop?"

"Sorry?"

"I forgive you."

Sam and Gabe stared at each other for a while. Sam got the feeling that Gabe had been making it a bit awkward on purpose.

"That's not what I meant."

"Oh."

More silence.

"I also got stabbed."

***

Sherlock was mad.

He didnt want to talk or look at his mom. And yet part of him, the less emotional part was telling him she was innocent.

For the most part, Mycroft seemed to be agreeing with the less emotional part. 

Except, occasionally, hed mention Eurus, as a reminder that it was not completely out of the question.

If there was anyone Sherlock didnt want to think about, it was Eurus.

Sherlock decided to go home pretty much right after his dads funeral. He didnt have much to stay for, really.

Sympathetic looks? I'm sorry for loss? Missing schoolwork? No, not really things Sherlock dealt with well.

So, he went home.

He slid his key onto the door and slipped into the room. Sam was back.

He could tell because his biology book was on his desk, and Sam had triple checked to make sure he brought it.

Along with the boys case tucked into a corner, and the fact that the bathroom door was closed and the lights were on...

"Sherlock?" Sam called, from the bathroom.

"Yes?" Sherlock responded.

"Just making sure we weren't getting robbed." Sam replied.

Sherlock shut the door and went to unpack. He tried to do so quietly because when Sam got out of the bathroom he went straight to studying.

"We should probably tell Greg that you and Mycroft are back, hes been worried sick." Sam said, out of the blue, his nose still burried in a book.

"How do you know Greg?" Sherlock asked, looking up from his book to examine Sam's face.

"Gabe introduced us. He also introduced me to John and Mary and reintroduced me to Cas." Sam shrugged as if this was nothing.

"And uh..." Sherlock began. "Has John said anything about me?"

Sam gave Sherlock a sympathetic smile. "No." He sighed. "According to Gabe hes just trying to pretend hes straight... which seems accurate."

Sherlock nodded a bit.

"Well, Mycroft isnt back yet, so I think I'll just study in the meanwhile."

Sherlock hoped he hadnt sounded as sad as he was sure he did.

Sam looked at his face for a moment, before saying something along the lines of 'Oh, you brave little soldier, I acknowledge your pain.' Sherlock wasnt really listening, he began tuning the boy out, easily.

It was like the second the author stopped writing what Sam was saying, he stopped talking.

Sam let out a heavy sigh and glared at me. "Enough." He snapped, annoyed by my fourth wall breaking tendancies.

"Sorry." I muttered.

Sherlock, oblivious to the situation, began thinking about John, before deciding to head over. A choice he might regret in a few minutes.