They’d burn the flat down if left to their own devices. Then ten seconds later, be best friends. John’s head is spinning trying to keep up.
Tag: john watson
When’s the next sneak peek to Brothers Discovered?
Aw, I love this AU!
We’re a little behind schedule for writing it due to rl things, and ended up tackling a bit of a different story for a bit that was easier to write at the time, but we’ll be getting back into it soon, and once we get moving again, we’ll be able to excerpt it.
For now, I’ll leave you with this:
Protectively pulling Sam half into his lap, Dean parted his frozen lips. He hadn’t talked since Sam dropped unconscious over an hour back, and his voice cracked. “P-please,” Dean pleaded. “Don’t take him.”
John’s heart sank to hear the desperation in the absolutely tiny voice. “I’m not going to,” he promised quietly.
He convinced himself to tear his eyes away, glancing up and down the street. It was dead quiet, no one around at this hour. He was alone with two absolutely tiny kids freezing in the snow.
“Where are your parents?” he asked gently, turning back to Dean. “Are they nearby? Did you get separated?”
Sneak Peek
The story continues for the Consulted crew in A Day of Duality!
Sam shifted in place as John stopped, blinking at the world around him. “Somethin’ wrong?” he asked blearily, pulled out of a daydream he’d fallen into during the walk.
Then Sam heard it too. A faint cry in the air, something easily overlooked. His ears pricked up, and he paid close attention to the back of his neck, alert for anyone other than John around the alley. “Sounds like someone’s hurt,” Sam said, glancing around. That didn’t sound like the call of an injured animal, and out in London that was less likely to happen.
“Yeah,” John agreed, stepping gingerly into the alley. For a voice to be that soft, one of two things had to be true. On the one hand, it could be an injured human in the far distance, in which case John would have to be incredibly careful with Sam.
No one would speak of it, but since Sam’s kidnapping all those weeks ago there was an enhanced sense of responsibility between John and Sherlock to protect their friends. There was a much greater risk to anything that ran the chance of Sam or Dean being seen. Other humans were always a wild card, especially strangers.
Then again, on the other hand, the voice could seem distant because the person it belonged to was a borrower, closer to Sam and Dean’s size.
John didn’t know which he dreaded more. Even so, something in him wouldn’t let him turn his back on someone who needed help.
Sam was attentive as John went, his ears tuned to the voice they’d heard on the wind. There was no sense that they were being watched, no feeling of eyes on him, so he frowned, wondering who could have called for help.
“Do you think–” Sam started, then cut himself off.
Down on the ground of the alley, he’d caught sight of motion against the ground. Just a flicker, but there.
Sam might have passed it off as a mouse hiding from John if he hadn’t spotted color.
Nudging John in the neck, Sam motioned at the ground. “Watch it, I think someone’s here.”
December 16th excerpt:
Dean smirked, not above the chance to brag on his accomplishments. “I’m a tracker,” he said proudly, jutting his chin out. “So long as Sherlock gives me some idea what we’re searching for, I can lead him right to it. Just like I coulda told him, if he asked me, that one of his missing glasses is in the back of that cupboard pushed behind everything else, the other is mixed into his lab equipment, and the last is right above our heads.”
Pointing in time with each of his declarations, Dean indicated where all the missing cups were in the flat, and on the last, with his arm pointing overhead, he nearly stumbled over, losing his balance when the room went sideways.
Lestrade and Sherlock followed Dean’s finger in each direction he pointed. While Lestrade was confused by the final location, Sherlock narrowed his eyes at the ceiling, knowing the glass hadn’t been left on the light overhead. That left the flat upstairs as the only remaining option, the place where John Watson slept. And evidently did more than sleep.
December 5th excerpt:
Realizing Lestrade had already helped himself to a second glass, Dean sent Sherlock a glare for failing to be a host and providing more whiskey.
With his options narrowed down to either interrupting Sherlock mid-story or securing his own second glass, Dean decided on the latter. Lestrade had that same glazed look that John adopted when Sherlock really got on a bend.
He will be showing up sooner than you expect! After all, we couldn’t have a certain someone in the series if his boss wasn’t around!
“Someone will be by,” Mycroft confirmed. “Unless, of course, you refuse…”
The younger Holmes scoffed, knowing there really was no option despite Mycroft’s coy implications. “How could I refuse?” With a faint scowl, he hung up with more force on the button than necessary.
“Hope to God he’s not sending a helicopter,” John muttered, running an exhausted hand down his face.
“H-helicopter?” Dean repeated, swallowing nervously.
November 26th excerpt:
Their destination was only a few blocks away, but the blocks in this part of town were quite large. It would take quite a bit of walking to get there, and John was in no rush with his little addition on his shoulder.
A little over halfway there, however, John’s pace stuttered a little in hesitation. He carried on another step or two, but backtracked after a moment.
He was almost certain he’d heard something.
November 25th excerpt:
Hailing a cab, Sherlock kept in contact with Lestrade, informing him that he was on his way. He neglected to mention his passenger, of course. Dean was very clear that no one should ever find out about him or Sam unless they gave their express permission. Given the events a little over a month prior, neither John nor Sherlock offered any arguments to that rule.
November 15th excerpt:
Dean reached the little home in the walls near John’s armchair and let out a sigh, taking in the silence.
For the first time since moving into 221B Baker Street, he was all alone in their home.
November 14th excerpt:
Once Sam was ready and waiting on John’s hand, not quite prepared to climb like the old days, he gave Dean a worried frown. “You can always come with us if you wanted,” he offered hesitantly.
Dean jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, towards the main room and Sherlock. “Someone’s gotta make sure things don’t get out of hand around here,” he said wryly, remembering the time Sherlock had started shooting up the walls (literally, with a gun) while John was out. “Go get some fresh air. You need it, kid. I’ve got some projects I can work on while you’re out of the way.”
Sam grinned. “Just don’t go tearing the place down around us.”
“No promises.”
Brothers Apart 