The Sacrifice

Chapter 4: How Did You?!

*Ashley’s POV*

After I released that startling information, I don’t know whose expression was better; John’s shocked but worried expression or Sherlock’s surprised but excited expression. They were trying to tell me that it could be dangerous but I didn't really mind it, as long as I was doing something that kept me out of trouble and allowed me to be myself. I was later released after the doctor told me that my results came back ok and that I should really rest. We hailed a cab outside the hospital and were on our way home when Sherlock’s phone beeped and showed that he and John were needed at New Scotland Yard. They were about to say no but I managed to smile and encourage them to go.

“Ashley, you just got out of the hospital. You need us to make sure that you or anyone else doesn't do anything stupid.” Sherlock says as he types back and I take his phone, glaring at him. “I am pretty sure that I can keep things under control. Besides, why would I want to do anything stupid if I know I will be caught?” I ask sarcastically, earning an eye roll and scoff from Sherlock and a slight smile from John. “If I promise to be good, stay home, under Nana Hudson’s guardianship and watch crappy telly, can you go solve this case?” I promise them and they nod before I am dropped off under the watchful eye of Nana Hudson at 221B Baker’s Street.

After they leave in the cab, Nana Hudson leads me inside and tells me that she made me a cuppa and that she can cook if I was hungry but in all honesty, all I wanted to do was go to sleep in my bed and just stay there. I take the cuppa from her and bid her good afternoon and that I was going to my room. When I got in there, I felt my medicine kicking in and that means I will be falling asleep soon. I quickly change into my comfy pants and tank top, shivering from the cool air but as soon as I get into the blanket, I slowly drift to sleep. How long I slept was a mystery but I was awaken by a loud bang, confusing me and making me angry for waking me up.

I go down the stairs expecting to see Sherlock doing something when he was bored but I was greeted by a strong body that knocked me back. He was tall, and I know it was a he by his build. I land on my bottom and look up, ready to attack only to be greeted with firm hands, helping me up and a pair of green eyes that reminded me of early spring in Texas. ‘God, his eyes are so beautiful’ is all I am thinking as he tries to get my attention. “Hey, you ok? Crap, if I hurt you, Sammy will kill me or worse, Castiel will. Are you ok?” The mystery man kept asking me as I suddenly see that he is talking to me.

“I am fine, just upset my injuries and made me fall on my back end but I am fine… Wait, How the hell did you get in here?!” I suddenly remember that he is in the flat that I grab the nearest object and try to hit him, only to have it blocked. “Wow, feisty one you are. Don’t worry, I am a friend of Brandon’s and he wanted me to check on you” is all he had to say to get me to calm down. Brandon, my only real friend from school was back at home and he must have been worried because I usually text him everyday. I haven’t texted him in 3 days. “That still doesn’t answer who you are and how you got in here!” I exclaim as I grab my cell, ready to text Sherlock to get New Scotland Yard to get here.

“I am Dean Winchester, remember my brother, Sam Winchester? You, Brandon and Sam all went to University together!” He says as he tries to duck away from me hitting him. I suddenly remember his younger brother, he and I laughed and hung out a lot as I suddenly feel pain and begin to collapse on him. The last thing I remember was Dean yelling my name.

*Dean’s POV*

Wow, this girl can really pick a remote place to live huh? In London, in an expensive apartment and of course, to be living with her gay relatives are a plus. I don’t know why Brandon was so worried about her, she was a real pistol and had no problems defending herself and in all honesty, I did not hear her coming down the stairs until she bumped into me. “Hey, you ok? Crap, if I hurt you, Sammy will kill me or worse, Castiel, will. Are you ok?” I ask her as I help her up and all I notice is that her eyes are so beautiful. They are a like a forest moss growing on a fallen tree’s bark. She seems to come to so I don’t worry as much.