As John struggles to cope with life without Sherlock, he begins to fear for his own safety when he starts to suspect someone is watching him. Suddenly, its not so much grieving Sherlock Holmes, so much as investigating if he even has to. But without the rapid deductions of one consulting detective, will John discover if his stalker is an old friend... or a dangerous foe?

"Is Daddy angry?" he whispered, shrinking further into the comforter. Mary watched Dean's restless fingers twitch against the edge of the comforter as a single tear rolled down his cheek. "No, baby, he's just tired."

John was not going to help. He was not. He refused to get involved is Mycroft's love life - No no no. (A 221B ficlet)

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock goes the clock and Sherlock... Sherlock hasn't stopped being dead. (A 221B ficlet)

Charles finds out he's pregnant after the beach divorce and is FURIOUS. He can't find Erik, since he's using the helmet all the time, but he can find Raven and uses her as a human microphone while he rants and yells at Erik for knocking him up and then leaving him paralysed and no way is he dealing with CHILDBIRTH alone so he should get his arse home this bloody instant!

Cas hadn't said much since he arrived back at the bunker. Even through his spiteful rant, the angel hadn't even flinched. It was a surprise then, the reaction he got to what he didn't think was the worst thing he'd said. It was an offhand comment; "just leave me to Crowley and you can finally be done with me." It incurred a holy wrath Dean was totally unprepared for.