Miria's eyes widened at the girl, who she recognized as being in her same house and year. Her name was... Johanna, that was it. The read head kept mostly to herself, so Miria had only talked to her on occasion. Miria hadn't known there were any animagi at the school, except Professor McGonagall...
Dean turned his gaze back on the older man. "So whats the deal? You gonna help me find my brother, or should I go after him myself? I don't care about doing it alone, but I don't have any amo with me."
Okay, so maybe it would be as simple as all that -Sam had a nasty habit of attracting...
Sherlock clasped his hands to keep from fidgeting. That was something he hadn't expected... Dammit, Mycroft was so much better at talking to people than Sherlock was. What would his brother do?
"I... Didn't realize it was important. I've done fine this long, I don't mention it to anyone...
((Do you want to be Bobby for a bit, until they meet up? It's okay if not, but I can't think of how to connect them until Dean and Bobby start going after Sam.))
Sherlock narrowed his eyes, not totally able to read the other man's expression other than John seemed to be upset. Illogical as it was Sherlock hated upsetting John. Annoying him? Yes okay, it was fun on occasion, but not really upsetting. Could he be worried about Sherlock's deafness mucking...
Bobby scowled. "Watch your language boy. What ort of hunt is your dad on?"
Dean shrugged, and continued to look out the window. He was trying to hide how freaked out he was, but felt like he wasn't doing a great job. There was also a feeling he'd had for a while, like something was watching...
Sherlock ducked his head slightly and looked away, not meeting John's eyes. It was childish to feel guilty, after all, it wasn't like it mattered anymore. Sherlock had fully integrated himself into the hearing world, he could function just as well as anyone else. Why should John know?
After a...
((Sure ^^))
Dean sat in an old armchair, arms folded over his chest and chin sticking out. Bobby Singer sat across from him, looking unimpressed. Dean wasn't sure what to think of Bobby. He wasn't like his dad, tired and overly driven all at the same time, commanding military like respect out...
Miria leaned against the stone wall of the corridor, letting out a long breath. It was the weekend, and she's been trying to get to the library when one of the staircases changed and she found herself in an unfamiliar corridor. Deciding not to make another go at Hogwart's many many stairs yet...
Sherlock narrowed his eyes, thinking he might have misread John's lips, then darted his eyes up to meet John's. Nope, that was definitely a 'serious conversation' look. Damn, he thought he'd been so careful. Even Mycroft said most days he could hardly tell at all. It had take years of his...
I'm not good at waiting for things, so I'm going to post a thing now; anyone who's on is obviously free to answer but I don't want to get too far ahead for those who are on a different time-zone
Sherlock raised both eyebrows and took as sip of his Tea, focusing mostly on John's lips but making sure he caught any subtle movements.
"You've displayed no less than six signs of nervousness just since sitting down. I can generally tell when people are lying John, it's my job," he said...
Bobby Singer is perfectly content being an information broker to hunters and running his car shop. Unfortunately, fate is never kind, and Bobby finds himself with a mouthy teenager on his doorstep, asking for his help fining his brother. Bobby is far more surprised to find out that the kid is...
Sherlock glanced up at John from his mug of tea. John had been acting oddly all morning, and it was beginning to itch at Sherlock. Normally he would put it up to general John-ness (feelings, phft), but there hadn't been any cases in nearly a week, so there was nothing for John to be getting...