The Two Strangers In The Lab
Hey guys! So this is my first fanfic about Sherlolly. It’s a Crossover of Sherlock x Supernatural. I am a huge fan of both the shows and I always wanted Dean and Sherlock in one room. So here it is. It’s my first fanfic, so please be gentle. All reviews are welcomed. This is part 1. I will consider part 2 if you guys like it. :)
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Summary - Sherlock gets jealous of the Winchester brothers flirting with his Molly.
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Part 1
It was a good day in London with the sun shining brightly and Sherlock Holmes, assisted by Doctor John Watson, walked into St. Barts hearing about the new serial murders. Lestrade had called them about it this morning and Sherlock’s mood lifted from sulking to jumping about the flat. It is almost an 8, he thought. There had been 3 victims with the heart missing from all 3 of them. Ahh.. a serial killer, lovvveee those kind. Wonder, if Molly has finished the autopsy already..he smiled as he thought about his pathologist. After the incidents of Sherrinford, Sherlock was confronted about his own feelings towards Molly. They talked about it after he returned from Musgrave, and decided that they should be friends. However, Sherlock felt emptiness inside but kept telling himself that It’s for the best.
As they walked in, Sherlock smirked. He has worn the purple shirt today. One of Molly’s favourites. Oh how she’s going to blush like a teenager... he thought. He always liked seeing her cheeks turn pink, he felt butterflies right inside his stomach whenever he saw it. But today was different.
As he walked in, he saw two men, one sitting on his Molly’s chair, eating.. wait, is that pie? And the other tall guy scribbling some notes in his diary. He scanned the room but there was no sign of Molly. John was about to open his mouth to say something when Molly appeared from behind them. “Oh hi John, hi Sherlock” she said in her cheerful tone. Sherlock narrowed his eyes. She seems happy even if there is someone sitting on her chair. As she entered the lab, she spoke out “Dean are you done with the pie?” The guy stood up from the chair and wiped his mouth as he spoke “oh yes, it was fan-freakin-tastic! Molly, the only reason I like Brits is because of you and your pie” oh.. American, mid-thirties, athletic, short-tempered, really addicted to pie...Sherlock deduced. He did not appreciate the lack of space between him and his pathologist. The other tall guy spoke “yup, I checked the bodies. All three cases of rugarus. Your call was right Molls.” She smiled and said “it was just a hunch Sam. But thankyou so much for coming. I know Dean doesn’t like London and the British a lot.” Sam giggled a little and said “well, Molls, if someone as gorgeous and beautiful as you’re, calls for help, who wouldn’t cross the pond huh?!” Molly blushed and started laughing. Sherlock HAD SEEN ENOUGH. This American giant was making HIS Molly blush? And Why on earth is he calling her Molls?
Sherlock stepped forward and spoke “ahh Doctor Hooper, do you care to inform me what these strange Americans are doing in my lab?” John corrected him “Sherlock it’s not your lab, it’s Molly’s. Anyway, Molly, what’s going on?” Molly hesitated a little and then spoke “ahm..sorry, I almost forgot about the introductions. Sherlock, John, this is Sam Winchester and that’s his brother Dean Winchester. They are here to help me on the case” Sherlock’s eyes widened. He said “HELP YOU? ON THE CASE?” Molly looked up “ahh.. yes.” Sherlock looked furious. “Well Molly, if you forgot, I AM SHERLOCK BLOODY HOLMES. And I SOLVE CASES for a living. I don’t see the reason you would go to some Neanderthals for helping you in a case. This is a new low even for you, Molly. I knew you were desperate for my attention but I never imagined you would go to such extent.” John sighed heavily. Sherlock suddenly stopped. He knew he messed up when he saw tears forming in the corner of Molly’s eyes. Dean moved towards him and spoke “HEY! Mr-I-KNOW-EVERYTHING-DICKBAG-HOLMES. This woman right here saved all your asses by calling us. She begged us to come here even if I hate London, because of scums like you, just so you guys don’t get into any kind of danger. NOW. Get your dirty little coat off the hook and move out before I kick your ass” Sam winced “Dean.. no.” Sherlock fumed “you think you’re funny, you-” Dean spoke before he completed “I think I’m adorable” and smirked. And that was it. Sherlock pushed him and held him by the collar. Just when he was going to punch him, Molly shouted “THATS IT. Sherlock OUT! RIGHT NOW” Before Sherlock could react to that, John dragged him by his arm and mumbled apologises before leaving the lab.
On reaching the flat, Sherlock sat in his chair and didn’t move. For 7 hours, god what a drama queen, John sighed. Finally John gave in and said “Sherlock, stop sulking and talk to me about what happened in the lab today.” No response, oh great!! John tried again, “you do realise you have to speak to me Sherlock. We literally share a wall. So, you might as well do that now before I poison your tea” sighing, Sherlock spoke “He sat on her chair.” John raised his eyebrows, oh the Queen has spoken, “what?” Sherlock continued “He sat on her chair, and she didn’t say anything. She never let me sit there. She always put up a fight” John looked up his friend, he saw sadness? in his eyes? Aww, this poor lad. He said “okay, mate. So that’s why you nearly killed him by attacking him. You know he’s was a tough guy, he could have sent you to the hospital” Sherlock stood up suddenly “I DONT CARE. He was standing so close to MY pathologist. HE DESERVED IT. And that other giant-“ John interrupted “who? Sam?” Sherlock twitched “Why do you remember his name?” John sighed “Sherlock-“ Sherlock continued “yes, SAM. He made Molly blush. He distracted her. Her pupils were dilated. She was so distracted she didn’t even notice my purple shirt.” And with that he sat down again. John stared at him for a minute and processed all the information. It hit him then, bloody hell! John said “Sherlock, listen to me. What you did today, in the lab, wasn’t good at all. This is what you will do if you want to step foot in that lab again. Go apologise to Molly and confess her about your feelings.” Sherlock spoke suddenly “I am not going to apologise to those cave men, wait, what feelings?” John sighed “mate, You were jealous because Molly was giving her attention to someone else. You did not like it when she chose someone over you for the case. Ask yourself this, why were you so angry? Obviously, you didn’t think them as some kind of danger. Oh wait, they were danger, to you and your relationship with Molly.” John finished with a smirk. Sherlock sat there staring at him John began again, “take your time and think Sherlock. I saw you that day in sherrinford, tearing the coffin apart just because you thought you almost lost Molly. And I even saw you today. Nothing’s changed Sherlock. You still love her and that decision of yours about being ‘just friends’ with her is utterly stupid.” With that John left the apartment and his friend to think.
Sherlock was in his mind palace, going over all the things John said about his feelings for Molly. He knew he liked her smile, how her hair smelt, how she moved her hands while doing an experiment.. ahh basically everything. Bollocks! He was indeed in love with her. Well, that solves half the problem, he thought. Now, how to win her trust back and tell her how he feels, he believed he had to do it sooner before she leaves the country with anyone of those Americans. The thought itself made him cringe. His Molly with Americans in the States? Huh? England would fall. No he wouldn’t let that happen. With that, he picked his phone and typed a quick text to Mycroft. Then he texted John which read “thank you. Won’t muck it up this time. - SH” and took his coat and ran down the stares.
