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For the past few days Dean & Sam had been investigating an unusual set of disappearances in New York City. The victims had generally been sick or elderly, & some of their friends & relatives claimed to have seen a hansom cab outside before hand. As far as Dean could see they had a reaper on their hands & while he wasn't eager to meet one again he did like the idea of seeing New York City. So while Sam did research on reapers & local folklore Dean set off to interview more of the victims' relatives. Of course, having been rushed out the door that morning he decided he would stop at a coffee shop he passed for a cup & hopefully some pie. "Freakin' impossible to find a parking spot around here," he muttered bitterly to himself, as he found a spot a block away. When he finally made it to the shop he sat down casually at one of the few booths & waited for a waitress & hoped desperately to himself that this place served pie.

Hi, John Watson here.  Can I help you?

"Sherlock Holmes, and you are?"

//O.O thank you so much!