Tell Them What I Hoped Would Be Impossible // Private

[dannychan]

sherlock had been oddly silent since mrs. hudson had turned. he wouldn’t speak, wouldn’t eat unless he was told, wouldn’t sleep unless he was forced. when he heard voices, he had stopped, setting a hand on john’s shoulder and getting him to stop.
dean stopped when his brother spoke, listening quietly. he moved to peak around the corner and frowned. “doesn’t look like Zs.” he stated.
meanwhile, arika has just gotten done with a supply run, and was reattaching the metal arm to his prosthetic, turning the crank to draw back in the rope. his metal hand doubled as a grappling hook- though it didn’t latch on its own unless you bent the fingers. he had been running from some very large man in the process, sprinting as quickly as he could and turning into an alley only to collide with a very tall man- and making him fall back on his ass. he swore and pushed past the man, quickly hiding behind him and holding him in place and putting a gun to the back of his head. “say i wasn’t here.” he hissed softly just as the three large men skidded to a halt. they were all very large and very muscular. lyon two seen a short guy with a metal arm? i think he had dreads?” the tallest man asked. “i think he was shirtless?”