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Dean walked down the corridors of unknown metallic gold, looking around, his bowed legs and raised eyebrow curious at his surroundings. He reached a corner from which he peaked around the corner quickly, slowly pulling out his pistol from his jacket, the sleeves rolled up casually. Dean turned back the way he came. Huffing to himself, "Dammit Cas, where have you zapped me?" He asked as though Castiel were there, but obviously not as the silence around him portrayed, he continued to pace around the place, licking his lips in habit, even tasting the metal like substance made out of everything. Dean could hear electronic vibrations in the dista

Sherlock and Moriarty watch crap telly "Stockholm syndrome, that's why" stated Moriarty flatly. He let his legs dangle over the couch arm and leaned into Sherlock, who was sitting with his knees up to his chin and hands wrapped around his legs.  "She didn't know she was kidnapped, so that doesn't apply." Sherlock rolled his eyes and huffed. "It's textbook Sherlock, whether she knows she was kidnapped or not is irrelevant, she has all the symptoms. Don't be boring." Moriarty leaned back and let the back of his head rest on Sherlock's boney shoulder. "You just won't admit you're wrong, name calling will get you nowhere." "Johns home." Mor

*************************************************** Why Nick is not allowed to drive (Ever again) ****************************************************************** "Get out of the way, you old hag!" Nick screamed at the poor old lady in her equally old car as he passed her, nearly shoving her out of the way in his hurry. "You can't park in the middle of the road!" he hollered and sped past her, ignoring the startled yelp of Monroe in the backseat. A sharp turn to the left at the last possible moment had Monroe falling from the seat onto the floor with a curse. "Hey, what are you doing down there?" the detective asked. "Maybe you should we