Boo

Turning left, he registered something moving by them from the corner of his eye. He turned around his axis abruptly, a small gasp leaving his mouth. None of the statues took the leap to attack yet, but that could change at any second. The beam of light illuminated a path leading to more blank graves, revealing three angel statues. And all of them had their heads turned at Sam.

“Dean,” he peeped, voice strangled. “Tell me we’re close to the chapel.”

“What—oh shit. Doc? Doc!” he hissed, pressing his back to Sam’s. “I think the Weepers are onto us!”

Each pair repeated after them, except for the Doctor and Cas.

“Alright, everyone,” the Doctor said slowly, backing up towards their objective. The shabby chapel wasn’t far off. Maybe a hundred feet from their current location. Sam heard the grass ruffle, heavy steps vibrating through the dry ground. But the source was invisible. “Castiel will escort you to the structure pair by pair. Keep your steps careful, and don’t blink. Donna and Irene are first.”

Sam and Dean walked sideways, flashlights fixated on their targets. He faintly registered others’ hurried steps as Cas guided them to the chapel building. Heavy steps intensified. Sam’s heartbeat sped up. He swallowed nervous anticipation, gun ready to shoot. The gravel under their shoes creaked and shuffled, much like Sam’s insides. He faced Satan himself and a bunch of statues took the kick out of him? Unbelievable. But the thought of inanimate objects springing to action…. Hell no.

“Cas, where the fu—” Dean started, only to have his mouth (presumably) covered. Sam suppressed the need to turn around and check. In a swift motion, Cas rounded them from their exposed side.

“Don’t blink yet,” he instructed them. His grip on their arms tightened, and Sam’s eyes dried further. Easier said than done.

As the stone statues were put at a distance, Sam’s anxiety flowed away like a stranded boat on a sea… Until it met the storm. In this case, the storm was the footsteps, harder than ever, and fast approaching. Cas and Dean noticed it too, but no angel statue around them moved an inch of its assumed life.

Turning left, he registered something moving by them from the corner of his eye. He turned around his axis abruptly, a small gasp leaving his mouth. None of the statues took the leap to attack yet, but that could change at any second. The beam of light illuminated a path leading to more blank graves, revealing three angel statues. And all of them had their heads turned at Sam.

“Dean,” he peeped, voice strangled. “Tell me we’re close to the chapel.”

“What—oh shit. Doc? Doc!” he hissed, pressing his back to Sam’s. “I think the Weepers are onto us!”

Each pair repeated after them, except for the Doctor and Cas.

“Alright, everyone,” the Doctor said slowly, backing up towards their objective. The shabby chapel wasn’t far off. Maybe a hundred feet from their current location. Sam heard the grass ruffle, heavy steps vibrating through the dry ground. But the source was invisible. “Castiel will escort you to the structure pair by pair. Keep your steps careful, and don’t blink. Donna and Irene are first.”

Sam and Dean walked sideways, flashlights fixated on their targets. He faintly registered others’ hurried steps as Cas guided them to the chapel building. Heavy steps intensified. Sam’s heartbeat sped up. He swallowed nervous anticipation, gun ready to shoot. The gravel under their shoes creaked and shuffled, much like Sam’s insides. He faced Satan himself and a bunch of statues took the kick out of him? Unbelievable. But the thought of inanimate objects springing to action…. Hell no.

“Cas, where the fu—” Dean started, only to have his mouth (presumably) covered. Sam suppressed the need to turn around and check. In a swift motion, Cas rounded them from their exposed side.

“Don’t blink yet,” he instructed them. His grip on their arms tightened, and Sam’s eyes dried further. Easier said than done.

As the stone statues were put at a distance, Sam’s anxiety flowed away like a stranded boat on a sea… Until it met the storm. In this case, the storm was the footsteps, harder than ever, and fast approaching. Cas and Dean noticed it too, but no angel statue around them moved an inch of its assumed life.

“I wish there was a way to rewind time,” she said, looking at Sherlock.

“Don’t look at me. The journal doesn’t contain information on time travel nor indicates anything of such nature,” he told her bluntly.

The woman behind them choked on her food and Irene swiftly turned on her butt to see if she’s alright. The first aid training she’d earned as a part of her scout experience and duty in Britain could pay off in case she needs a Heimlich. She waved Irene off in a gesture that said she’s going to live, but something about her made Irene inspect her closer.

She had long red hair and was wearing a purple top with short sleeves, a blue-grey jumper tied around her waist. A baseball cap sat atop the table, brand new. She was eating a burger, a cup filled with Loca-Cola by her elbows. And then it clicked.

“Donna?” Irene blurted out, making the woman freeze and frown mid-bite. “Donna Noble?”

“Yesh?” she answered carefully, squinting at her and Sherlock. She chewed slowly, then swallowed. “Who’s asking?”

“This bloke named Doctor. Saw him near the toi tois and he said he’s looking for his companion, Donna Noble and he gave me a description that fits you!”

Donna crumpled a paper napkin into a ball to clean her greasy fingers. “Did he say anything else?”

“Uhm…” Irene recalled their conversation from over half an hour ago. “I think he mentioned that you should meet him at this ‘TARDIS’.” She mimicked the Doctor’s air quotes. “He went to the City Hall.”

“That pillock!” Donna cursed, throwing the napkin in a bin. “I told him to wait for me! I was hungry, can you imagine what it is to travel so long and in between time and space?”

“What?”

“Uhm… Know what? I have nothing better to do. I overheard your friend and his struggle, I must say I feel bad for him. It’s too hot for me to chase after the Doctor now, but I think I could help you and Mike.”

“And how is that?”

Donna looked over her shoulder in a very conspiratorial way. She leaned on her elbows and over the table, Irene mirroring her. Donna seemed to be having a mild internal struggle. “It’s going to sound unbelievable…”

“Well,” John said after they broke apart, planting a soft kiss on Sherlock’s nose, “I thought you deduced like half of it already. Do you want me to make it easy for you?”

Teasing. He was teasing him. Sherlock put his hands under his pillow, looking up into John’s honey-like irises. He pouted, turning his face aside. “You’re making me smarter than I am. I can’t deduce everything. Not yet, anyway.”

“Oh, you are smart. Intelligent. Witty,” John started naming, eyes looking to the left and twinkling as he came up with more. “Cutting and sharp. Handsome.”

“Stop the attributes.” He didn’t want John to stop. And John, thankfully, didn’t listen.

“And pretty and cute. Fashionable. Funny. Also, don’t forget adorable.”

Sherlock scoffed and nudged John’s hip with his leg. “You forgot brilliant.”

“And humble,” John chuckled, his knuckles caressing Sherlock’s cheek bone. A dreamy gaze clouded his eyes as he looked down at him. “And amazing. So what, my dear detective, haven’t you figured what other ice-cream flavour I like?”

Sherlock rolled his eyes for good measure. “You’re blowing things out of proportion. I wouldn’t know because I never saw you at an ice-cream stand. I could hypothetically deduce that from the way you look at the flavours, who knows? Actually, that’s a good experiment to do, we have to remember that.”

“Okay. I’m fine with experiments on my person as long as I’m notified beforehand.”

“Duly noted. So, what flavour? I meant what I said, I need to know everything there is about you. And where else should I get the information than from you?”

i keep seeing destiel fanfics where their first kiss is, like, the biggest deal of everything with a big build-up of feelings and emotions and what not but consider:absolutely nothing changing whatsoever, and the two of them just continuously growing closer and closer and then one day dean goes out on a hunt and gives cas the most delicate of pecks on his lips and it just happens so naturally that neither realize until, like, three minutes later and then they just decide “welp i guess we’re a couple now”