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Save HimSave HimSave Him by Gaow
Word Count: 196
John is sitting next to the large American hunter the younger Winchester boy who is shifting through the stack of books in front of him. Sam reminds John of himself as they both read up on the Leviathan.
"Samuel," the Winchester looks up at the Doctor's voice, he and Sherlock are the only ones to call him by his full name, not that he really minded. It was rather pleasing to hear his full name leave someone's lips, "Have you found anything yet?"
Sam shakes his head, and Dean who had just come back to 221 B Baker Street looks even more stressed at those words, walks pass them, heading to the couch where Sherlock sat. John looks at him intently, watching as Sherlock ever so slightly shifts to the side, allowing Dean to sit next to him.
Dean slumps down next to the sociopath, handing him a bag of food.
It's weird to see Sherlock share. He was rather possessive of his things, especially the couch. He rarely let J
Tick TockTick TockTick Tock by Gaow
Word Count: 470
It's been nearly two days since they took over his dear friend those Leviathan bitches. Dean swallowed, setting the beer bottle down, and he looked up at the two men, his, well he wasn't quite sure what they were. Not quite his friends, not quite strangers, but more like colleges. Yes, colleges seemed to fit the most.
The space-man looked at him, thumbs hooked under bright red a rather flattering color on the tall, lanky man suspenders. They matched the bright red bowtie the man wore.
"We've," Dean says, his throat tightening and he clears it before continuing, "we've checked everywhere. We can't find anything that can kill the Leviathan, as well as - ah " He was losing his words.
"Bring back our angel friend?" The Doctor supplies helpfully and Dean nods, running a frustrated hand through blonde hair, thrumming the table with the other as Sherlock shifts his position in his chair, deep in thought, his m
DocDocDoc by Gaow
Word Count: 348
He can see it just from how he is holding himself, and he feels guilty when he sees Sam.
"Dean," the Doctor says and Dean tenses up.
"Doctor," his voice is clipped, and it's unusual for him to call the Time Lord 'Doctor.' It used to be 'Space-Man' or 'Alien boy,' or even 'Doc.' "I see you've changed since the last time I've seen you."
Amy and Rory tense behind Eleven at the bitter tone Dean used.
"Get the hell out of my sight," the Wendigo blood on his faces seems to add to the malicious look he gives them.
"Dean!" Sam snaps in warning because Dean is now pointing a gun at their old friend, but he doesn't even dare to lower the weapon that's pointed directly at one of the Doctor's hearts.
Rory is standing in front of Amy now, who looks as if she might shove her beloved raggedy Doctor out of the way. He's afraid she might die before he gets to tell her his feelings.
"I told you," Dean growls, cutting the Doct