The Girl

"Fag!!"

"Freak!!"

"Dumb ass piece of shit!!"

"No one wants you! Just kill yourself already goddamn it!"

These are the words that brought a boy to tears. A boy that was all alone in this cruel, lonely world. Everywhere he went he was faced with hate. It was so bad that he believed every single one of those words to be true. Those words, those cruel, hateful words, they were...all true...

No one truly accepted him. Some faked it out of pity. Some faked it because they had no other options. Some faked it just for the pure pleasure of building him up and breaking him down.

This boy, his life, everything sucked. It all just sucked. Especially him. He wasn't worth the bloody time of day. He was truly...worthless...

For once things seemed to be going great in his life. He had a girlfriend that loved him. He had friends. He actually smiled. He looked happy, but still, underneath all that good, he still felt lonely, not accepted, unloved, and most of all, unwanted. 

One week, he went to a church camp. This wasn't his first time though. All the other times he went, he had fun, he enjoyed himself, but non of lasted. So he went to this camp expecting a sort of "high" that would make him feel good, but only for a short while. 

The first day went as well as he expected. He had fun. He was happy. He was distracted. 

But on the second day, something unexpected happened. He met a girl. 

It started out just like every year. Just another Tuesday. Just another morning. Just another meal. 

He was talking to his "friend," he actually talked to the boy, but the boy knew it wouldn't last. Just like all the others. They were talking about Phantom of the Opera. That's all. Just a normal conversation. But this girl, she overheard their conversation. Her ears perked up and moved over a few chairs closer to the boy and said, "Did you say Phantom of the Opera?" 

He would never forget that first meeting. Never. 

They started to talk almost nonstop. The conversation just flowed. It was so perfect. He was so scared it would end, but he didn't let it show. 

He tried his hardest to stay as close as possible to her for the rest of the week. He didn't want to lose another friend. But he noticed something different about this girl. It seemed as if she truly accepted him. And he would soon come to learn that she did.

For the first time in his life, he was truly and completely accepted. 

The week had soon came to an end. Another camp friendship. "Keep in touch!" "Will do!" He knew the routine. That's what everyone says. They do at first, but slowly stop until they completely forget they ever met. 

But this girl, this one, truly, amazing girl, his first real friend, promised to keep in touch. And she did. 

They didn't just keep talking. They grew closer with each conversation. They texted. Called. Skyped. As long as they were talking they were happy. 

A year passed, they had completely opened up to each other. They trusted each other completely. There's not a thing they couldn't talk about. They had been best friends from the very start. But now, now they were siblings. There is nothing they wouldn't do for each other. 

Camp came back around. They were so excited. So excited to see each other in person after a whole year. 

As soon as they saw each other, they ran and hugged as tight as possible and held it for at least three minutes. 

The rest of the week, they stayed as close as possible, every possible second, every chance they got, they were standing side by side. 

Camp had ended, they continued to talk. That would never end. 

The boy knew that the girl meant more than the world to him. But it wasn't until he decided to write about it all that he truly realised that she was the best thing that ever happened to him. He cried all the while as he wrote. He was, and still is, and forever will be so unexplainably happy and honoured to just even know her. He is so glad that he is able to look the girl in her eyes, and tell her, "I love you sis."

Demon Deduction

"Hurry up John before it gets away!!"

"Wait...it? W-what...d-do you mean...it?" Dr. Watson slowly stopped running.

"Yes it, now come on before we lose it!" He yelled back to Dr. Watson. 

"Bobby? You called?"

"Yeah, I have a job you two idjits."

"Alright, where is it?"

"Where?!?"

"Bobby said it was in London. We have to meet up with some guy named Sherlock or something like that."

"Wait!! Sherlock Holmes?" Sam replied excitedly.

"You know him?" Dean asked. 

"No, but I read his partner's blog all the time!"

"Wait, Sammy, where are you going?"

"London!!"

When their plane landed in London, Dean had a hard time keeping up with his little brother which, at the moment, seemed like his kid brother. One second he was looking at a map, and another he was being dragged around by Sam up and down every street. "Can't we just get a cab?"

"I know the way Dean. It's just across this street!"

"Here we are, 221B Baker Street." Sam said blissfully. 

"You must be Sam and Dean. I'm-"

"Doctor John Watson!!" Sam interrupted. "I know all about you and Sherlock Holmes. I read your blog. My favourite one is "A Study in Pink." And I just find The Science of Deduction absolutely interesting!"

"Ha well, you will have to talk to Sherlock about that." Sam's eyes widened with excitement. "Right this way." He then proceeded to lead the Winchesters upstairs. 

They opened the door to find non other than Sherlock Holmes himself, standing by the window, playing his violin,  deep in thought. "Sherlock," John called out. "Sherlock the Winchesters are here." He looked the two up and down briefly, but took a second look at Sam. 

Something about Sam caught his eye that made Sherlock want him. Dean saw him eying his brother and stepped in front of Sam and glared at Sherlock. "I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean."

"I'm Sherlock Holmes. It's a pleasure to meet you." He took Sam's hand into his and kissed it gently. Sam blushed deeply, but Dean, on the other hand, got very jealous and pulled him back closer to him. 

"You two are very close. You've gone through a lot together. By the scars all over you, the two of you must spend a very large amount of time chasing after these creatures. Dean, you stand very close to your brother and and glance over at him very frequently over protectively. By the smell of your breath, you have drinking problem but are too proud to admit it. But Sam, you try to look like you have it all together, but your hands are shaking terribly and your eyes keep flicking around the room, caused by an addiction of some kind. Cocaine maybe." Both brother's eyes widened at this comment and Sam backed up self consciously. 

"I apologise Sam. I hope I didn't overstep my boundaries."

"Just leave it alone Holmes." Dean growled. 

Sherlock cleared his throat. "Well, Dr. Watson and myself have been chasing after this man that has committed multiple murders other the past two weeks."

"Okay, if it's just a dude, why bring us here?" Dean questioned. 

"This woman has back eyes and has unusual powers." Watson answered. 

Dean's shoulders dropped then looked at Sam, who's face went pale. 

"Alright, Sam I want you to stay here." 

"What?!?" Sam exclaimed.

"And Dr. Watson can you stay here and keep an eye on him?"

"Erm, sure."

And with that, Dean and Sherlock headed out after the demon. 

A few hours later Sherlock walked through the door to his flat. 

"Where's Dean?"

"He's down stairs eating some pie."

"Of course."

"John, Mrs. Hudson said she wanted your help."

"Alright."

After John walked out, Sherlock locked the door and turned to Sam, but when he spoke, his voice was unusually high. "Miss me Sam?" Sam's eyes widened. 

"Ruby..?"

"Hungry babe?" Ruby's eyes turned black and slowly walked towards Sam. He sat there, staring at her, both terrified and excited at the same time. Ruby pulled out a small knife and went to cut her arm but Sam stopped her. 

"Look where you're standing." She looked down to see a Lesser Key of Solomon under her feet. 

"You tricked me!!"

"Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino

qui fertis ascendit super caelum

caeli ad Orientem

Ecce dabit voci suae vocem virtutis,

tribuite virtutem deo."

"No!!!" Ruby screamed as she was forced out of Sherlock's body. 

Sam ran into the kitchen and filled an empty milk jug with holy water then rushed downstairs. 

"Dean! John! Where are you?" Sam called out as he ran downstairs. He stopped shortly outside Mrs. Hudson's door and listened closely. He heard a bunch of muffled sounds and a few voices through the door. Sam tried opening the door but it was locked so he kicked it in and saw Dean, Dr. Watson, and Mrs. Hudson tied up on the floor. He rushed over and untied them. 

"Sam! It's Meg!" Dean exclaimed. 

"Hello boys." Meg said as she stepped out from behind a door. "It's been a while hasn't it." She smiled. 

"And it's gonna be a little bit longer." Sam said as he threw the holy water on her. 

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,

omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,

omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.

Ergo, draco maledicte.

Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire,

te rogamus, audi nos." Dean  yelled as Meg screamed in pain. 

"Thank you again Sam from saving me from that demon." Sherlock smiled. 

"No problem. If you ever need our help again, you know how to reach us."

"Yeah yeah, stop being gay and let's get a move on. I miss me baby." 

"Your car can wait five more minutes Dean." Sam said as they walked out the door. 

Help...

"Cas...." 

"Yes?" Castiel looked up into the larger man's eyes.

"I don't think we should do this.."

"Why not?" He asked confused. 

"What about Dean? I thought you loved him?" Sam frowned sadly. 

"I do but, this vessel, it craves sexual release."

"I can't Cas. Dean's my brother. I can't do this to-" Sam was cut off by his older brother that walked through the door to find his lover straddling his naked younger brother. "Dean! It's not want it looks like!" Sam cried in distress. 

"Save it Sam! I don't want to hear it!" Dean yelled as he turned around and stormed out the door. 

Sam heard the roar of the Impala as it sped off down the road before he could even find his pants to run out after his heartbroken brother. Dean drove for a good while, well over the speed limit, before pulling over and banging his fist on the dashboard. He sat there in complete silence for about ten minutes except for the occasional car passing by, before completely breaking down in tears. 

Sam laid there against the door, too upset to even shed a tear. Castiel had fluttered off a few seconds after Dean stormed off, too confused and scared to know what to do. 

"...Sam...why..." Dean sobbed, with his face buried in his hands. "...I was always there for you...wasn't I..? I always loved you...ever since the beginning...wasn't I enough..?"

"...what did I do...?" Sam contemplated to the lonely, empty, motel room. "...he was always there for me...ever since the beginning...I'm so sorry Dean...I don't deserve his love..." Sam then spotted one of their guns sticking out of the duffle bag on the floor. "...maybe he will be better off without me..."

Dean then got this sudden feeling that at this moment, his little brother needed him now more than ever. He sat up straight, wiped away his tears, put on a brave face and raced back to the motel saying, "Hold on Sammy, I'm coming."

Dean burst through the door yelling, "IM SORRY SA...." He was interrupted by the puddle of blood on the floor that surrounded his younger brother's body, with blood covered gun not far from Sam's hand. Dean dropped to his knees, destroyed. He had no words. No tears. No emotions. Everything was gone. His little brother. His best friend. His whole world. The one that was always by his side. The only one he truly love. The only one he ever really cared about. Gone. 

For two hours, for two hours he sat there. The only thing he could think was his father yelling, "QUICK! TAKE YOUR BROTHER AND RUN!" 

Slowly he crawled over to the limp bloody, sat next to him and shook his shoulders gently. "Come on bitch...wake up...wake up and call me a jerk...you're suppose to call me a jerk...please...wake up..."

For the first time in his life, Dean found himself praying to God. "...please...don't take him...oh god please don't take him from me...he's all I have...please god...help...please..."

Suddenly, the dark room slowly filled up with a pail blue light. And at the centre of that light, stood an Angel of The Lord. It wasn't the kind of angel Dean was used to seeing either. This angel was dressed in white robes. Head adorned with a glowing, gold halo. Large white wings spread out as if ready to take flight. It was the most pure and beautiful sight Dean has ever set his eyes on. 

"Dean Winchester," Her voice was soft and soothing. He had never heard a sweeter sound. "What makes you think you are worthy enough to call upon my God? You have denounced his existence ever chance you've received. Why should he help you?"

Tears pouring down his face, "Please...help him...not me...save my brother please...he doesn't deserve this...please..." As those last words passed his lips, the angel slowly started to fade away into the dark. 

Watching this, Dean pulled his brother's body close to him and hugged it tight, crying, burying his face into the bloody shirt as his tears poured out of his eyes. 

Dean stopped his crying as he felt a ever so faint beat of a heart inside Sam's chest. He stared at his brother in awe as Sam opened his eyes slowly and whispered the word, "Jerk."