Consulting Hunter {discontinued}

Chapter Five: Sherlock's Got a Boyfriend

"Sammy!" Dean shouted into the room when he opened the door.

Sam's head whipped around to look at the door as he scrambled up. "Yeah?"

John walked slowly inside and sat down on the couch as Dean slammed the door. Turning to Sam, John started to explain. "We overheard Sherlock talking to a man in the orchard..."

Sam got a confused look on his face. "Okay?"

Dean angrily walked over and sat down next to John. "Sherlock's dating the damn murderer!"

"Wait wh-"

Sam was interrupted by a knock on the door. After about ten loud knocks, Dean got annoyed and got up to open the door. "What?"

The man walked into the room and looked around. Immediately, John recognized him. "Mycroft?"

Mycroft ignored John and put his coat down onto a chair.

"Who is this guy?" Dean slammed the door shut again.

"He's Sherlock's brother." Sam answered as John watched Mycroft cross the room.

"Where is Sherlock?" Mycroft asked as he laid his umbrella down on the chair with his coat.

"Probably with his boyfriend..." Dean thought aloud.

Mycroft was taken aback. "Sherlock has a boyfriend?"

John nodded and got up, letting Mycroft sit down. "I'm going to go see if I can find them."

Sam stood up. "I'm coming too."

The two men walked out of the room, Sam grabbing Dean's keys, and got into the Impala. Sam put the key into the ignition, and put the gear into drive.

They had been driving around for around five hours when John finally gave up. Glancing at the car's radio, John saw the time was now one a.m. "Sam, we're not going to find them, we should just go back."

"Who said we had to go back if we didn't find them?" Sam smirked.

John was confused. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"I'm going to take you out John."

"Take me out where?"

Sam shrugged. "The first good place we see I guess."

John smiled and sat back in his seat. "Sounds fine to me."

Sam stole glances at John's silhouette as the older man stared out of the window. Embarrassed by the feeling of Sam's gaze on him, John turned to look into Sam's eyes. "Is there a particular reason why you stare at me?"

Sam turned away and turned bright red. "N-no. Not really."

John shrugged and looked forward, seeing a bright sign labeled 'Biggerson's'. Like an excited child John eagerly pointed out of the window. "Can we go there?"

Sam winced and shook his head. "Trust me, you don't want to go there." Pointing at a small building across the road, Sam got into the right lane. "Do you want to go there instead?"

John nodded and Sam turned into 'June's Diner'. As they got out of the car, a cab pulled into the spot next to where John had stepped out. "Geez!" He muttered when the car's door came within an inch of his stomach.

"John?" Sam ran over to the side of the car.

"I'm fine Sam." John said as he joined Sam in front of the car. Sam grabbed John's hand and walked up the the diner's door, opened it, and went up to the hostesses' stand. John turned bright red as he looked down at the floor. "Sam?"