Dean asks "Do any of you know where to we can put this demon at?"
"I know a spot." Says Sherlock.
"You do know we have to spray something on the floor right?"
"Mrs. Hudson won't mind." Sherlock says with a sly smile.
The winchesters looked at each other kind of funny and Sam replied "Do you want to ride with us?"
"I think Sherlock is going to get a cab."
"It would be easier for you guys to ride with us." Says Sam
"Sherlock doesn't like riding in anything, but a cab. I don't know why, he just does. I will ride with you to show you where the flat is at. Can you wait a minute though, I have to tell Sherlock."
Dean just gives a wave towards Sherlock in disgust. Apparently he didn't like the sound of me riding in the car.
I went over to Sherlock and told him the arrangement with the Winchesters. He said something about why not ride with me. I began to wonder if he was starting to get jealous of them.
I walked back over to them and said "we are all set to go. Sherlock will be a little late coming to the flat because he is going to the Morgue."
"Well, what are we waiting for then...let's go." Said Dean.
We got into the '67 Chevy Impala. Dean was very lucky to have a car like this. I got him the directions of the flat. The only hard problem was trying to get the person into the flat with out seeing us.
Dean and them apparently didn't care. They parked the car onto the curb and got out to go to the trunk of the car. They opened it up. Inside the trunk was a dark hair female that had black eyes. Immediately they changed to a hazel color.
They drug her out of the trunk and up to 221B door. I knocked on it and was greeted by Mrs. Hudson. When she say the person in handcuffs she said "oh dear. What is going on, john?"
"You that case Sherlock and I were doing. Well this is part of that case. Go back to your flat. There is nothing going on here."
"Who are these to gentlemen?"
I looked back at Sam and Dean for help. Dean says "We are friends of John. We are actually visiting him from America. It just so happened he had someone in cuffs."
"OK...I didn't know you had friends from America. I have a lot, but barely get to see them oh maybe once every..."
"Love to stay chat, but I have a person that needs to be interrogate, Mrs. Hudson." I said while walking up the stairs.