Mrs. Hudson comes down one day with some groceries for the Baker boys and wonders why in the world did the flat burn down.
Dean you are messing with forces you don’t understand…
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December 4th excerpt:
Almost in time with his hook falling, Sam stiffened. An icy cold shudder ran up his neck even as the warning tingle started to burn, and the sound of the front door being tampered with almost screamed at him. Never had Mrs. Hudson incited such a strong reaction in his knack, and even Sherlock was dulled down compared to it.
Sam whirled in place. “We’ve gotta go,” he said hurriedly, trying to think of any entrances Dean kept close to the end table. “We’ve–”
She would dote on her miniature tenants to the max. Leaving out smaller treats for bitty hands, biscuits and sweets. John might have to get her to tone it down, but she definitely won’t hold back when the holidays roll around. She’s such a sweetheart, the bros certainly wouldn’t go hungry or needy with her around.
And she certainly wouldn’t hesitate to scold Sherlock if she finds out he’s been rude.
Brothers Apart 