There was the sound of someone stumbling up stairs and then there was an a bit out of breath face framed by blonde hair. “Crowley”, he gasped and then realised he was an angel and didn’t need to breathe, so he stopped being out of breath and walked over to the demon. Not being out of breath didn’t mean he stopped being excited, because he was. “Crowley, dear! You won’t belive me! I’ve been walking this street and there was this sale of books and you won’t belive me but they had really gorgeous books and oh dear!”, he was beaming at the demon and was holding or better badly balancing at least ten books in his arms. Then he realised that he just ran into a strangers apartment and looked around worriedly: “Oh gosh, oh dear, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything!”
River stared at the man who had just come up the stairs. Not only had he interrupted their conversation, but he was talking about books, and he’d just said “gosh”. And he was wearing tartan. She wrinkled her nose. “I’m sorry, but… who are you? Not to mention, what are you doing here? I do believe we were… in the middle of something.” She turned to Crowley; since this man had been adressing him, she could only assume he knew him.
Aziraphale’s unexpected entrance almost made him laugh out loud. “Aziraphale, these friendly chaps will be assisting us with those mysterious murders.” He swaggered up from his chair and waved his arm dismissively towards the others in the room. “We’ve got a fine mix of humans and celestials all looking for the same thing, eh? This is Aziraphale, an old friend of mine. Angel of the lord, bookshop owner, moron with a bowtie, the man in tartan.” he snicked, thinking he was funny. “No matter what you call him he’s on our side.”
Castiel looked over as Aziraphale made quite the entrance. “Hello, brother.” He said shortly, not sounding particularly interested in the other angel. To be honest, Castiel didn’t associate much with the Angels over the Britain, and so he only knew the other in passing and maybe a short conversation or two. Skipping the rest of the introductions, he obviously didn’t need them, he said “I see you still choose to wear tartan. I believe that ‘went out of style’ decades past.” And with that comment his attention towards the blonde dropped, as he turned back to the fading news report.
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News report after news report after — Sherlock snapped his phone closed and tossed it into his chair absently, grabbing the remote and turning up the television even louder before yanking the door open and running downstairs to grab the news paper. He ran back up, closing the door quickly and looking at each of the intruders in his flat.
“If you want to help, I need to know the dates and times of each break in,” he demanded, a challenge in his expression. “If you’re not going to help, get out.”
He watched the so called detective jump out of his chair and run away, only to return with a newspaper. He took a small piece of paper from his left pocket and threw it softly over in Sherlock’s general direction. “I have the dates written down but not the time.” he said, blessing himself for having thought it probably wouldn’t matter.
“You should know that you’re the one helping us, not the other way around.” he added, disliking the blatant conceit the man possessed.
Castiel himself knew the same as the Winchesters did before he left, which was almost nothing. Instead he watched as everything happened around him, including Crowley, this other Crowley, giving Sherlock the dates. “Aren’t there other sources in which we could get the times? Police tends to write them down.” He stated, knowing full well that’s what the Winchesters did, break into police reports and take the information in them. Maybe that wasn’t something these folk were able to do though, perhaps they weren’t the type to just take police information.
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