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Awake - [Destiel OneShot]Hello Dean.
Dean jolted awake. He was breathing heavily as he surveyed the room.
“Cas?” he asked the darkness.
There was no reply, except for the sound of Sam shifting in his sleep. Dean rested his head back on the pillow and sighed. He hadn’t seen Cas since he’d first returned from purgatory. Dean felt uneasy about the whole situation; not that he wasn’t extremely happy that Cas was back, but the whole affair seemed… dodgy. He was worried about the angel. He had a bad feeling that something bad was happening, that something was not right.
Dean shifted around in the uncomfortable hotel bed, trying to get some sleep, but with no luck. He got up and to get a glass of water, and as he leant against the sink, he prayed.
“Castiel… hey man, just… get your ass here, will you?”
A second later, there was a familiar rustle, and there the angel stood.
“Hey Cas.” Dean half-smiled.
BBC Sherlock - InceptionJohn pushed himself out of bed, a feeling of eternal heaviness hanging over him. His best friend had jumped off a building to his death. But that wasn't the worst of it. Before his fall, Sherlock Holmes had tried to convince John that he was a fake, that he wasn't the greatest man John ever knew. John didn't believe it for a second, but the thing that upset him most was that Sherlock tried to damage John's memory of him before he took his own life, as if he thought, if he did that, John wouldn't care so much. Sherlock never did understand emotions.
John dragged himself to the living room, thinking that if he watched some television, it might take his mind off things, but of course it wouldn't. Despite this, there he sat, on his usual armchair in front of the television. He picked up the remote to turn it on when he heard a noise from the kitchen.
"Mrs Hudson?" John spoke loudly.
There was no reply. John decided he may have been hearing things, so he turned on the television. He was gre
I Think I Love YouThey'd done so much together since they first met; anyone else might think they'd known each other for years. Mrs Hudson and Lestrade also noticed how much more Sherlock smiled when John was around; and he was slightly less condescending, but not much. Sherlock and John were like the inseparable pair, like each side of the same coin. One was always there for the other.
Sherlock was fiddling with his violin on the couch, waiting for John to get home. He'd decided that today, he'd tell John what he'd been thinking for quite a while; the one thing that he did not express out loud for everyone to know.
As tedious as it did seem, he'd spent a lot of the past week researching the meaning of love. The internet, in books; they all seemed to lead to the same conclusion.
At last, Sherlock heard the sound of the front door closing.
"Where have you been?" Sherlock called from in the living room.
"Sarah's, I told you I would be staying there the night." John replied, making his way up the stair
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