Title: Almost a Crime Scene at 221 B. Baker Street
Fandom: Sherlock/Supernatural
Author:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
girlonfire93
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Dean, Sherlock, Sam, John
Word Count: 770
Prompt: Candy
Rating: PG-13
“Must you chew so loudly, Winchester? I cannot figure my case when you’re chopping away at that bloody candy bar.”
I was busy visiting my mind palace, trying to explain what that was to a simple mind like Dean Winchester would take up too much of my precious time, when I was rudely pulled out it by the crunch of a Baby Ruth bar.
(my fingers were itching to grab my whip and give him a few good smacks)
“Oh stuff it, Mr. Overly British Guy; I hate that damn violin playing just as much as you hate my eating noises. Deal with it, we’re stuck together, darling, thanks to that damn binding spell the bitch Ruby placed on us.”
I would have agreed, after all I did tend to play violin just to get under his skin (picking on someone who does not care for classical music), if it had not been for the amount of food this barbarian had consumed in only a day.
(I lost my appetite rather quickly after watching Dean inhale an entire pig)
“Yes, I am quite aware that if we are more than hundred feet away from one another we go up in flames. However, that does not prevent us from murdering one another, and I’m afraid those hunter skills will not protect you from the one and only Sherlock Holmes.”
Despite my heavy threat it seemed that Dean did not believe that man as scrawny as me could overtake him, he wasn’t here the last time a ninja was sent to end my brilliant life, and I would enjoy proving him wrong immensely.
“What to put that to the test buddy? It might end with me inflating your giant ego.”
I had my hand on my cane, wondering if he knew that with just a twist it became a deadly weapon, just in case he decided he wanted to have that death match.
(I had a feeling that he would put up a good fight, but I was positive he was not going to win)
“Shall we compare our egos, Dean? I believe they are not that different from one another.”
Before we could splash this place with a nice coat of red, covering that ever smiling face that Dean had hated which of course made me love it even more, John came running in with hopefully good news.
(I don’t know what I would have done if he said I’d have to spend the rest of my days with this idiot)
“Sherlock! Sam and I broke the spell; you and the Winchester lad are no longer linked.”
The moment John came busting in with the best news in my goddamn life, even better than all of times I’ve been right over the years (and from me that is saying something), I tossed that damn candy bar at Dean and opened the door.
(hoping I wouldn’t have to explain the act of leaving to his simple mind)
“The door is that way, Winchester, get a more on. And if I see your bloody idiotic face ever again I will frame you for a rather horrendous homicide or murder you myself and get away with it.”
Using my deadly cane I pointed to the open door, hoping that John wouldn’t want to have them stay for a cup of tea (it would be hard not to break it over Dean’s head) glad they got the hint and slammed the door the moment he was finally gone.
“I nearly lost it, John. I was pretty close to becoming the psychopath everyone believes I will become. Good thing you showed up, or this place would have been covered in Dean Winchester’s blood.”
I didn’t wait for John’s reaction to the whole messy situation as I grabbed my violin, the one that Dean had nearly broken into a million pieces (until I threated to shoot him if he dared), and played a bright and cheery song.
-
“Wow, I can feel the love, what the hell did you go to the guy, Dean?”
“I was myself, and our egos clashed a little too much. I nearly killed that callous self-serving son of a bitch after the fifth time he told me how stupid I was. But he could sure play that damn violin like a pro.”
I watched the pair of them, who like myself and John properly had been mistaken for lovers far too many times, walk out of 221 B. Baker Street and prayed for the first time that I would never have to spend a day let alone an hour with him ever again.
Fandom: Sherlock/Supernatural
Author:
girlonfire93Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Dean, Sherlock, Sam, John
Word Count: 770
Prompt: Candy
Rating: PG-13
“Must you chew so loudly, Winchester? I cannot figure my case when you’re chopping away at that bloody candy bar.”
I was busy visiting my mind palace, trying to explain what that was to a simple mind like Dean Winchester would take up too much of my precious time, when I was rudely pulled out it by the crunch of a Baby Ruth bar.
(my fingers were itching to grab my whip and give him a few good smacks)
“Oh stuff it, Mr. Overly British Guy; I hate that damn violin playing just as much as you hate my eating noises. Deal with it, we’re stuck together, darling, thanks to that damn binding spell the bitch Ruby placed on us.”
I would have agreed, after all I did tend to play violin just to get under his skin (picking on someone who does not care for classical music), if it had not been for the amount of food this barbarian had consumed in only a day.
(I lost my appetite rather quickly after watching Dean inhale an entire pig)
“Yes, I am quite aware that if we are more than hundred feet away from one another we go up in flames. However, that does not prevent us from murdering one another, and I’m afraid those hunter skills will not protect you from the one and only Sherlock Holmes.”
Despite my heavy threat it seemed that Dean did not believe that man as scrawny as me could overtake him, he wasn’t here the last time a ninja was sent to end my brilliant life, and I would enjoy proving him wrong immensely.
“What to put that to the test buddy? It might end with me inflating your giant ego.”
I had my hand on my cane, wondering if he knew that with just a twist it became a deadly weapon, just in case he decided he wanted to have that death match.
(I had a feeling that he would put up a good fight, but I was positive he was not going to win)
“Shall we compare our egos, Dean? I believe they are not that different from one another.”
Before we could splash this place with a nice coat of red, covering that ever smiling face that Dean had hated which of course made me love it even more, John came running in with hopefully good news.
(I don’t know what I would have done if he said I’d have to spend the rest of my days with this idiot)
“Sherlock! Sam and I broke the spell; you and the Winchester lad are no longer linked.”
The moment John came busting in with the best news in my goddamn life, even better than all of times I’ve been right over the years (and from me that is saying something), I tossed that damn candy bar at Dean and opened the door.
(hoping I wouldn’t have to explain the act of leaving to his simple mind)
“The door is that way, Winchester, get a more on. And if I see your bloody idiotic face ever again I will frame you for a rather horrendous homicide or murder you myself and get away with it.”
Using my deadly cane I pointed to the open door, hoping that John wouldn’t want to have them stay for a cup of tea (it would be hard not to break it over Dean’s head) glad they got the hint and slammed the door the moment he was finally gone.
“I nearly lost it, John. I was pretty close to becoming the psychopath everyone believes I will become. Good thing you showed up, or this place would have been covered in Dean Winchester’s blood.”
I didn’t wait for John’s reaction to the whole messy situation as I grabbed my violin, the one that Dean had nearly broken into a million pieces (until I threated to shoot him if he dared), and played a bright and cheery song.
-
“Wow, I can feel the love, what the hell did you go to the guy, Dean?”
“I was myself, and our egos clashed a little too much. I nearly killed that callous self-serving son of a bitch after the fifth time he told me how stupid I was. But he could sure play that damn violin like a pro.”
I watched the pair of them, who like myself and John properly had been mistaken for lovers far too many times, walk out of 221 B. Baker Street and prayed for the first time that I would never have to spend a day let alone an hour with him ever again.
