The Study of the Four 7 by nightmares06, literature
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The Study of the Four 7
Kneeling down, Sam settled on his knees next to the edge of the napkin, and let his satchel slide off his shoulder. He dug through it, finding a sheaf of filched aluminum foil pushed to the side. That, he could fold into a roughly-made spoon, and his own silver knife could do the rest.
Slicing carefully through the bacon, Sam portioned it into pieces small enough to eat, then did the same for the eggs. They were almost crumbs to John now, but perfect for Sam. He mixed them together, distantly remembering having something close to this, only called an ‘omelet’ and with cheese, and hoping to relive the memory.
The food was everyth
The Study of the Four 6 by nightmares06, literature
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The Study of the Four 6
Dean pulled himself back into the small room he shared with Sam with a sigh, glad to see his brother was out cold. After spending so many years growing up together, he was more than able to tell if Sam was faking it. They’d lived on their own for a few years now, and spent more time together than with anyone else. They were close. They had to be to be such a good team.
The ice was still melting, and Dean didn’t want his trip to be in vain. He nudged Sam’s shoulder, rolling him over to uncurl his arms.
Sam’s eyes opened and he blinked blearily at Dean. “Wha’s goin’ on?” he asked with a tired ya
The Study of the Four 5 by nightmares06, literature
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The Study of the Four 5
John rounded the corner into the main room, flopping into the spare chair against the wall as his thoughts spun.
"They were American," he breathed, gobsmacked.
"Yup," Sherlock agreed. He was lying flat on his back on the couch once again, fingertips pressed thoughtfully together.
John's amazed expression twisted into a scowl at Sherlock's nonchalance. "They were people, and you shut them up in bloody jars! " He leaned forward in his chair to give Sherlock's dark curls a hearty smack.
The detective flinched and clutched the back of his head, sitting up to stare at John, flummoxed. "It all worked out, didn't it?"
" 'Worked out--' You call
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The Study of the Four 4
John frowned at the interaction between the brothers, turning the look into a scowl as he aimed it at Sherlock as soon as the mention of bruises came up.
"What happened?" he pressed.
"I suspected them of getting involved during key points of certain cases, not knowing what exactly to expect, of course--"
"No," John interjected before Sherlock could begin defending his actions. "None of that. What physically happened between you three?"
With a resigned sigh and a vaguely abashed glance at the brothers, Sherlock explained exactly what had transpired between Sam, Dean, and himself in excruciating detail. Right down to the amount of pressure
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The Study of the Four 3
The corner of Sherlock's lip twitched upward to hear the little man snapping about personal space, and a comment about who exactly was clinging to whose finger was on the tip of his tongue. Before he could voice it, Dean lashed out, stinging Sherlock's index finger with the tiniest of knives to make a desperate leap.
"Ah!" Sherlock gasped as his injured hand reacted viscerally, retreating toward the larger man's core with his thumb pressed against the small cut. His dominant hand was still free, and it swooped down to catch Dean before he could land on the counter and either harm himself or get away. This time Sherlock curled his fingers aro
The Study of the Four 2 by nightmares06, literature
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The Study of the Four 2
Dean waited a few minutes after hearing the human’s breathing even out into sleep rhythms. At their size, the sound was loud and clear, signaling it was safe to move around so long as they didn’t wake him.
“Anythin?’ " he asked Sam, glancing over his shoulder.
Sam shook his head, his long, poofy hair flying up into a mess. No matter how many times Dean complained about the length, he refused to trim it, and flatly rejected any of Dean’s offers to ‘help’ him with a new haircut.
It wasn’t like he was going to take much hair off. Just enough so Sam didn’t look so messy all the time.
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The Study of the Four 1 by nightmares06, literature
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The Study of the Four 1
Saving people, solving crimes
The flatmate business
Over a decade ago, a serious of unfortunate events led to the Winchesters, at only a few inches in height, being forcibly relocated to London. Now, they’ve adjusted to their size and found a new home to live in that just happens to be the same residence of a certain detective and his blogger…
"C'mon! Give me a hand!"
With one last glance around the room for any obvious dangers he’d missed, Sam darted over to Dean's side. It was the small hours of the morning, before the humans in the flat would start waking up and well after the night owl had gone to bed.
For them, the
A Burglary at Baker Street 1 by nightmares06, literature
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A Burglary at Baker Street 1
A/N: This is the second part of the Brothers Consulted series. If you want to read the full series and the prequel, please visit the Masterpost of Stories.
Sam and Dean Winchester have struck up a deal with Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. The brothers will offer their help solving cases, in return for living in the flat and sharing in the food John brings home.
This all sounds well and good, until it’s the Winchesters that end up needing Sherlock’s services for his next case…
CHAPTER 1: Fancy a Cuppa Winchester?
For the first time in a long time, John Watson didn't sleep very well. After striking up a deal to work alongs
Bobby stared down at the floorboard he'd torn up seconds before, startled by what he was looking at.
Nestled between two supports, there was a small room, swept clear of any remaining sawdust from the construction of the house, and with a fine layer of dust spread over a few pieces of furniture.
Knowing about people the size of his finger living nearby and seeing proof of their existence were two completely different things.
He worried his lip. The floorboard needed replacing, and it didn't look like anyone had lived there in a long time. He recalled the place Rumsfeld had chased him from months before, a fleeting glimpse of bright red hai
The increased speed caught Jacob off guard and he took a longer stride to make sure he kept up with the car. The motor, so powerful in reality, sounded far away like a remote control car from his prodigious height. The tail lights winked with every slight change in the incline as the very odd trio made their way along.
There were breaks in the sprawling forest with more frequency now, and Jacob watched ever closer for other cars down the road. Once or twice, he spotted what he thought were other headlights in the distance, but they always turned down other roads long before they were in range of seeing him. The path in front and behind them