“I just mean that you seem to see things better on an emotional level, I am more familiar with dealing with facts. What can you do then? I’m afraid I’m not exactly familiar with angel’s abilitys or qualifications.” he looked around the grave yard for a moment. “perhaps this is not the best place to discuss this though-” for a moment he wanted to sudgest that they go bact to 221B Baker street, beut of course that was impossible…. he could never go back. He felt his spirit drop a bit as he realized this.
((aww poor Sherlock))
“I have many abilities. Far more than what I just demonstrated……where do you suggest we go?” the angel asked, not particularly familiar with this region of the world.
Sherlock shook himself slightly. he needed to get his head straight, stop being sentimental. He had contingency plans to enact. “Ah, yes… there’s a small cottage in Cardiff that I’ve rented out. I could give you the coordinates if you wish, perhaps you could transport there in the same manner as when you acquired this” He held up the sprig of flowers, twirling it between his fingers. “Then you can tell me more about your abilities…”
“Of course I can, although I suggest you brace yourself. It can be….disorienting for humans at first.” the angel warned him. Castiel could tell there was definitely something else about this man. No one else had ever seemed this genuinely interested in learning about him.
Sherlock squinted slightly, interested. he wondered how exactly it was that he transported from one place to another. “Very well then.” he gave him the coordinates and waited, head buzzing with theories and questions.
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