Consulting Hunter {discontinued}

Chapter Four: We're Not Friends

Sherlock woke up in the morning after sleeping for fourteen hours. He quickly shot up, wincing as his back muscles, and other muscles, ached terribly. He glanced over to the closed door, hearing talking coming from the other side. Sherlock wearily got up from the bed, groaning, and walked across the room.

He grabbed his shirt, jacket, and scarf off of the chair in the corner of the room and opened the door. Three heads turned his way.

"Geez Sherlock, you finally decided to wake up?" The older Winchester joked.

Sherlock just lazily put on his shirt and sat on the chair, wincing as he did, earning him weird looks.

"Are you alright Sherlock?" John asked, slightly worried.

"Yes I'm fine. Don't worry about it."

John shrugged and turned back to Sam and Dean. "Well, we're just discussing the case. Since that's the reason you guys are here and all. So do you have any ideas Sherlock?" Dean asked.

"I still believe it's a man, not a creature. Which apparently you don't agree with, so what's the point of asking what I think?"

Dean turned and looked over at John. "Is he PMSing?"

Sherlock scoffed. "You really do think you're funny don't you?"

"I think I'm adorable." Dean replied.

Sam looked in between the two men. "Guys, let's just talk about the case. So Sherlock, we were all talking, and we agree with you. We do think it's a man, but we still have no clue who. Have any ideas?"

Sherlock shook his head. "I have no clue. But I do not think you guys are going to find him."

"Why do you say that?"

Sherlock looked at Sam. "No reason." It was quiet for a few seconds before Sherlock spoke again. "But I do think we should start looking to see who has bought a bunch of apples from the orchard."

Dean nodded. "That makes sense." He got up and grabbed his jacket. "Sammy, are you coming with me?"

Sam shook his head, shooting a glance over to John. "I think I'll stay here."

Dean shrugged and grabbed the keys to the Impala. He got in his car an drive off, leaving Sherlock, John, and Sam alone.

"So..." Sam awkwardly trailed off.

"Yeah..." John added, not making eye contact.

Sherlock's phone started to ring and he walked into Dean's room, looking at the caller I.D. "What do you want Jim?"

"Sherlock, thank god you picked u-"

"What Jim?"

"I just wanted to apologize again. I need you Sherlock."

"Why should I care? When you murder people, do you ever stop to care about them? Your problems are not my problems."

"Yes Sherlock, I know but-"

"Is there an actual point to this call?"

"Well...um, yes."

There was a pause as Sherlock waited for Moriarty to explain. "Well what is it?"

"I've just killed another Sherlock."

Moriarty could barely hear a 'Dammit' before the call ended.

Sherlock rushed into the room where Sam and John were holding hands under the table. John looked up and saw the expression on Sherlock's face. "What is it now Sherlock?"