Everything I know about Supernatural is from comment-fics, so I focused on Sherlock. Hope you don't mind!
Crouched behind a dumpster (John was pointedly hovering a few inches away; Sherlock didn’t seem to notice, tightly clenching one slimy handle), they watched as the two men and the- whatever that was- disappear into the black Impala and lift smoky scars on the road as they sped away. John was breathing fast, still trying to blink the bright lights out of his eyes, his hand completely still. Sherlock’s expression, of course, featured only the usual mix of determination and annoyance. “Hand me my BlackBerry, John.” Too shocked to argue, John reached into Sherlock’s coat and retrieved the device, watching as the detective immediately began to type madly. “What was that… what are you doing?” he managed at last. “Research,” Sherlock said briskly. He looked up from the phone and one of his vibrant, heart-stopping grins leapt to his face. “Finally, something interesting!”
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Crouched behind a dumpster (John was pointedly hovering a few inches away; Sherlock didn’t seem to notice, tightly clenching one slimy handle), they watched as the two men and the- whatever that was- disappear into the black Impala and lift smoky scars on the road as they sped away.
John was breathing fast, still trying to blink the bright lights out of his eyes, his hand completely still. Sherlock’s expression, of course, featured only the usual mix of determination and annoyance.
“Hand me my BlackBerry, John.”
Too shocked to argue, John reached into Sherlock’s coat and retrieved the device, watching as the detective immediately began to type madly.
“What was that… what are you doing?” he managed at last.
“Research,” Sherlock said briskly. He looked up from the phone and one of his vibrant, heart-stopping grins leapt to his face. “Finally, something interesting!”
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