Sophia Holmes and the Empty Hearse (Sherlock's Daughter Fanfic) *Completed*

We take a bit of shut-eye before heading over to the boyfriend's house at night. Sam, Dean and I enter with torches, but Cas follows behind without one. Perhaps he can see without it. The place is messy and there's paperwork everywhere. I find a bunch of notes tied together with an elastic band, but as I look closer I can see they're actually bearer bonds.

"Hey," I say quietly, picking up the notes. "Bearer bonds. Maybe these belonged to Mrs Tate."

"So this man is our thief," Cas confirms.

"Yeah," I nod. As I bring my light across the room, I catch a glimpse of something and bring the beam back to see someone lying on the floor behind an upturned table. I reach for my gun and point towards the figure. "Dean," I hiss. Together, we move forward and I realise as we get closer that the man on the floor is the orderly from the residential home: the one that spoke to me and the one that was there when we were kicked out. He has blood on his face and is holding his hands over a stomach wound, but he doesn't seem to have noticed us yet. As Dean turns on the light, the orderly lifts his head and coughs blood. 

"Cas," Dean says, nodding in the man's direction. 

Cas crouches down beside the orderly. "Stay still. Move your hands." He holds a hand out over the man's stomach and a white light emanates from it as he presses it to the man's wound. The orderly gasps and moves, as if in pain, and Cas stands up. The orderly lifts his shirt and although the dried blood remains on his hands, stomach and clothes, his wound is healed. 

"How did you..."

"Guy eats his Wheaties," Dean answers. "Sam, come on."

"What did you..."

"Get up." Together, he and Sam lift the orderly and push him into a chair. "Come on. Sit down."

"Wait a second! What did you just do to me?!"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Dean talks over him. "Listen to me. Where is Fred Jones?"

"I – he – he took him," the orderly replies, stuttering. 

"Who?" I ask. 

"Doctor Mahoney," he replies. "That guy's evil, man, okay? He's using Mr Jones."

How did I not see that?

"How?" Sam asks. 

"Look, all Fred does is watch cartoons, but he is magic, okay? A few weeks ago, I – I slammed my foot in his door. I smashed it flat – and I mean flat. And then when I shook the thing, it popped back up, like something out of a cartoon or whatever."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we know," Dean dismisses.

"So I told Doctor Mahoney, and then he started doing experiments," he continues. "Just – we just wanted to see what he could do."

"What about the robberies?" I ask. 

"Oh, Mahoney's been skimming off Sunset Fields for years. A lot of those folks – they got stuff stashed away, like, off the books, like. So Mahoney would track down the loot, and then we would take Fred for a drive."

"Right, and use his bubble of weird to rip people off," Dean nods. "How did you end up gut-shot?"

"Mahoney – after – after he anviled that guard, he started freaking out, and then – then you showed up, and then the cake blew in the day room, and then he lost it."

"What does that mean," Sam asks, "'he lost it'?"

"I mean he's on his way back to the bank right now for one last score. Doc's blowing town. I mean, he said that Fred was a loose end. He was gonna kill him. And then, I – I like Fred, so I said that if he hurt the guy, I'd go to the cops. And I didn't know that he had a gun."

"Okay," I nod and look round at Dean. "Can we get there in time?"

"What in Baby?" he asks incredulously. "Of course!" I raise an eyebrow but follow him out. It's a nice car, but it's not exactly the fastest car on the market.

"Do you think Mr Jones knows what's happening?" Cas asks once we get outside.

"I don't know," Dean replies. "Seems to me like the dude's living in a dream world."