An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
in which there is a show, John and Sherlock keep on pining, they go for a pie, and Sam and Dean reach out from Disneyland!
Irene side-eyed John, then Sherlock, and when the former turned his neck to look at his crush (this sounded surreal), he caught a glimpse of sadness in Sherlock’s features. Did he miss something? He almost voiced his question when his phone rang. A notification displayed on the screen -- he completely forgot about this!
“Sherlock look -- it’s from Sam and Dean!” he said, his thumb sliding over the smooth screen to open the phone. He leaned on his elbows so that his friend could see the message. Sam sent him a selfie of him and Dean, both men posing in sunglasses and cotton candy in hand. Behind their backs, the famous Disney castle stood guard.
“When did you get their number?” Sherlock asked, taking John’s phone, their fingers brushing lightly. John suppressed the need to intertwine them and squeeze reassuringly. Whatever troubled Sherlock, he wanted to wipe from existence.
“When they drove us back to the Shack,” John said. “Sam wants to stay in touch since they’ll be coming back after they’re done with their exorcism journey.”
An adorable frown formed on Sherlock’s forehead. “I don’t remember that.”
“No, you were asleep on my shoulder.” Sherlock shifted his attention fully to the selfie that framed John’s phone screen. Irene muttered something John didn’t quite catch. “But anyway, I friended him on facebook, so I have him in my contacts. I actually forgot we did this. Good thing Sam reached out like this.”
“I want to see the hot guys too!” Irene complained, snatching the phone from unsuspecting Sherlock. She was so fast he blinked once and then he stared at his empty palm. Irene clicked her tongue as she looked the Winchester brothers over. “Who is who?”
“Tall guy, long hair -- that’s Sam,” John explained, pointing at him. Both brothers were wearing flannel shirts with sleeves rolled up. “Shorter guy is Dean. He’s the older brother.”
“My lesbian eyes rate them as objectively hot.”
“Thank you for your very important, yet absolutely uncalled for insight, Irene,” Sherlock said dully.
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