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It had to be something big to draw him out here.
The Winchesters were up in New York for a case. The governor of New York had been found dead in his hotel room in Buffalo. What separated this from a regular crime scene was that his room was situated on the thirteenth floor. There was no evidence of a break in and the doors were locked from the inside. The governor was also found with bruises around his neck in the shape of two male hands. Naturally, this called out to the Winchester’s as something paranormal so they packed up their bags and headed north as soon as they heard the news. And naturally they didn’t come alone. Castiel had to tag along, of course, and Crowley had somehow managed to convince them that he could be of use. The team didn’t truly realize how important the case was until they saw who else had showed up. Sherlock Holmes.
Crowley spotted him first. “Hey, isn’t that the British guy who was in the news a few months back?” he asked Dean as he nodded over at the dark haired man standing outside of the hotel where the governor was found.
“Oh yeah actually I think you’re right.” Dean responded. “Um what’s his name? Something weird. Sebastian maybe? Or was it Shirley? No way too girly.”
“Sherlock, Dean.” Sam cut in, pulling a bitchface, “It was in the news for weeks, dude. How can you not remember his name?”
“Whatever bitch. Didn’t he like fake his death or something?”
“Jerk. And yeah he jumped off a building and everyone thought he was dead for like two years and then he randomly just popped back up,” Sam responded, staring at Sherlock like he was some sort of ghost.
“Hey who are those two blokes there with him?” Crowley added drawing attention to the two men standing by Sherlock’s side.
“Oh I think the shorter one is one of his friends or something,” Sam answered, “I think I may have seen a picture of him in one of the articles. Apparently they were a really big deal in England for a while; they solved some big case before he died. Or well before he faked his death I guess. Didn’t get as much coverage over here but I’ve still read a fair amount of articles on the case. Don’t remember his name though. John something.”
“John Watson,” Castiel added as he walked up to join the group.
“Oh hey Cas. Where did you run off to?” Dean asked as he smiled at the angel. Crowley smirked at the look Dean had on his face. It was so obvious to him that the two were in love with each other but they were both too pigheaded to do anything about it. Maybe later I’ll mention something about it to Sam. Maybe if we help the two of them get together they’ll be too caught up in each other to be all over my ass all the time, Crowley thought as he watched the two of them stare at each other.
“Okay boys enough with the eye sex,” Crowley sarcastically stated causing Cas and Dean to both stutter and look away from each other. “Am I the only one who remembers we have a case to solve or would you guys rather play kissy face or fangirl over the Brits?” He said the last part while giving a pointed glance at Sam, whose face started to turn bright red.
“He’s right guys we have a dead body in that hotel and we need to figure out how it got there.” Sam interjected. At this point Cas jumped back into the conversation.
“Well if you had given me a chance to explain where I had been then I could have helped with that,” with this he squinted at Crowley looking very irritated. “I was just speaking with that group of men over there from England. Apparently the tall one is a detective by the name of Sherlock Holmes.”
“Yeah I think we already figured that one out genius,” Crowley interrupted, earning himself another glare from Cas.
“As I was saying,” Cas continued on, “He works for the police in England as a consultant but the American authorities called him and asked if he would take this case because of its peculiar nature. The short one is named John Watson and he lives with Sherlock I believe.”
“Oh so are they like…together?” Dean asked with a glance towards the two men.
“I don’t understand what you are trying to ask,” Castiel replied. “They are here in each other’s company, yes.”
“Forget it, dude. Just go on.”
“His second companion is a man by the name of George Lestrade, according to Mr. Holmes. He works for the Scotland Yard as a detective.”
“Okay so what does that have to do with the case exactly?” Crowley butted in again this time with an eye roll.
“Well I was thinking maybe Sam and Dean would want to ask them some questions seeing as they’ve been up to the crime scene to see the body already.”
“He’s right,” Sam added. “This is a high profile case I doubt we’ll be able to just whip out our FBI badges and they’ll let us go on up to the hotel room. Taking the reporter stance would probably be better for the moment.”
“How boring,” Crowley responded with a yawn. “What was the point of me even coming? There’s no dead bodies to see only some stiffs to chat up.”
“Hey you’re the one who begged to come along,” Dean reminded him. “Now we’re not letting you out of our sight so come on.” With that the four of them started to make their way over to the group from England. Sam and Dean pulled out their press badges as they walked and held them up as they approached the men.
“Hello we’re here from the Buffalo News and since it appears you gentlemen are here on this case we were wondering if we could ask you some questions pertaining to Mr.
Cuomo’s death,” Sam stated as he held his badge forward.
“Oh dear not these people again,” Sherlock muttered as he grabbed John by the hand and pulled him off and away from the group.
“What’s up with your friend?” Dean asked giving the two a wry glance as they stood off away from the group talking to each other.
“Oh he’s just been asked for statements by so many press people,” Lestrade answered, “And I guess you could say his, uh, people skills are a bit rusty.” At that statement Dean gave a glance to Cas and murmured under his breath, “Hey maybe you two could be best pals,” earning himself a glare. It was then that Crowley noticed that Sherlock and John were still holding hands.
“Wait so those two,” he started as he glanced over to them, “Are they actually together? Like together together?”
“What? Oh..oh yeah. They are,” Lestrade answered. “Kinda sickening really. I did not sign up to watch them make googly eyes at each other all day. So not my division.”
“Woah there gramps what’s the problem?” Crowley asked with a smirk on his face. He was starting to like this George fellow. “So I’m taking it that you’re single if anything can be interrupted from those glares you’re giving the happy couple over there?”
“Oh bugger off! Didn’t you have some questions you needed to be asking anyway?” Lestrade exclaimed with a surly look on his face. Oh yes, Crowley was starting to like him immensely.