Sherlock crouched low over the newest body in a lovely little serial killer case, nearly nose-to-nose with the corpse as he examined the ligature marks around the fleshy neck. Dark things skittered across his fingers and curled in the lees and valleys of the woman's clothing, cooing with soft, happy malice.
It was just a late lunch. At Jared's favourite bakery. With a guy he really liked. Who'd been coffee flirting with him for the past five weeks instead of just asking if he could borrow Jared's dick for a few hours, like he used to do. Which Jared definitely wasn't falling for. Because he was not that easy.
"You say one word that's meant to make me feel better and I will stab you," Jensen warned, in Dean's serious as shit voice. Say what you would about the guy, Dean knew how to sound like he was five seconds from eviscerating someone. "Okay? I will stab you."
Also, for anyone who missed it, my spn_reversebang story got posted this morning! Yay! Somewhere Between Hell and the Sky which is straight up Wincest dragon apocalypse AU. You didn't even know you were missing that in your life, did you?