The sound of sharp gun shots drew her attention away from the exit. "Where are the others?" She said as her eyes searched frantically around the worn down warehouse. There were gaping holes in the walls, floor and ceiling. Mould covered nearly every surface causing an old musky smell to fill her nose. She whirled around on the few men she was still with and repeated "Where are the others?!"

"Rose! Just calm down a minute will you?" Dean said. He ran a hand through his closely cropped hair before turning to John. "Sherlock was with you, yeah?"

"Well, yeah, before…"

"Before what?"

"Before…Crowley." The Doc looked beat. Blood trickled slowly from a gash on his hair line, a dark bruise was forming around his left eye and this time, his limp was very real. Rose didn't look my better, her lip was bleeding and she was clutching her side where a piece of shrapnel from the explosion had ripped through her. The blood was draining dangerously fast from her face.

"Look Rose, You go with John and get yourselves to a hospital or go get Sammy. I'll go back in and get the rest of 'em. They probably just got lost." Dean quickly checked how much ammo he had left before setting off down the corridor to the right of the main warehouse floor. He didn't make it very far. After reaching the end of the corridor, he entered room with a huge crater blown in the middle of the floor. And there, standing on the other side of the crater was Sherlock, The Doctor and Castiel. The relief that bloomed in his chest was short lived when he saw the figure standing the in middle of the crater. Made shorted by the depression in the floor, Crowley turned in a lazy circle toward him, an easy smile touching his lips. Behind him, he could hear the echoes and shuffles of hurried footsteps. They'd seen him raise his gun.

"Dean, no!" But the cry from Castiel came a moment too late. Dean was already squeezing the trigger. They'd caught him, the bullet opened up a small red eye directly in between the demon's eyes, and he fell to the ground. Lifeless.

However, what Dean had failed to see was the little device Crowley had clutched in his hand. It was blue and ovular with intricate black patterns twisting and snaking pathways along the hard exterior. They only had minutes to take all this in before the small button on the very top of the device released with a small snick and their vision was clouded with a thick blue/grey smoke. John reached a blind hand out and connected with Rose's elbow. She returned the gesture by clinging on to his jacket. He could hear her coughing and wheezing. The smoke soon caught up with him too. His eyes watered and he could feel the oxygen being sucked from his lungs with a vicious ferocity. With a startling horror, he could feel Rose's grip loosening. He forced his eyes open long enough to see her blood loss had finally caught up with her.

"Dean!" He shouted at the dark silhouette just feet in front of him. The dark shape swirled around and stumbled toward the two shorted people. His arm was pressed tightly to his nose and mouth and his eyes were bare slits as he came toward them. Just as he reached them and they began to make their way back into the corridor, the ground started to violently shake. Rose lost her footing and stumbled, leaning her full weight into John. With nothing else to do but wait it out, Dean wrapped his arms around both John and Rose and pulled them into a crouch with his body shielding them from falling debris. The suffocating smoke and the trembles in the ground didn't last long for Rose. In only a matter of seconds, she was slipping into inky darkness of unconsciousness. It would be hours before she woke again.

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Sherlock could only stare. Nothing he had ever encountered before could have prepared him for this. They were gone. Simply gone. Not even a drop of blood from Rose's deep injury could be seen. His immediate thought was that they had gotten out when the smoke was released and that they were somewhere out in the street breathing in clean air. But that thought had been washed away easily. He had heard just as well as the angel and the time lord had what the demon said. He replayed the conversation over and over in his head, scrubbing it and picking it apart for any clues as to how to get them back.

"Doctor, I believe you know what this is, care to explain?" Crowley cocked and eyebrow at the tall dark featured man standing to Sherlock's left. His expression was dark and grim.

"It's a transported. It will send anyone caught in its gas cloud to a parallel world." The doctor explained. His hands were curled into fists and his chest was rising and falling with deep measured breaths. Sherlock was lost, parallel universe? He hadn't thought it possible until he realised he was standing next to a traveller of time, an angel of the Lord and a demon from Hell. His mind reeled, thoughts tripped over one another in a competition to make it to the front. His mouth made the decision before his mind did. He wouldn't leave John again.

"What do you want?" The demon's eyes swivelled to him.

"Your souls. You three have the most powerful souls out there. They're filled with intellect, loyalty, love, honour, pride, passion determination. There is no other soul out there that has more of these qualities than you three boys poses in your tiny little souls."

Castiel took a threatening step forward then. "I would never give my grace to someone as filthy as you." Crowley didn't seem offended at the comment only slightly amused. His voice dropped to a low and threatening growl.

"Then you can say goodbye to your precious little humans."

Sherlock snapped back to reality when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. Jerking away from it, he saw the doctor with an outstreatched arm and a hurt look on his face.

"I'm sorry Sherlock. I know you only just got him back." His tone was sincere but Sherlock hardly heard him before he roughly grabbed the lapels of his brown suit and shoved him hard against the wall.

"You know what he did to them?! You can get them back!"

"Sherlock, I really can't. The TARDIS-"

"-Can travel anywhere through space and time. Anywhere." He hissed low into the doctors face. He wouldn't let John down again. Not after everything that had happened to them. Before the doctor had a chance to reply, Castiel spoke up from where he had been frozen to the ground.

"Screaming in each other's faces won't bring them back. If the doctor says he can't do it, he can't do it. You aren't the only one who had lost something today, Sherlock, We will just have figure out another way to get them back. But we will get them back." Their blue eyes met for a moment before Castiel gazed toward the lifeless body of Crowley in the crater. It was still a shock to him that colt had worked. "If you will excuse me, I have family that I need to inform of todays…events. I will be back at sunset." With a flutter of wins and a faint gust of wind, the angel disappeared for only a moment before he appeared in front of a rather startled Sam.

"Cas!" as his eyes travelled over Cas, his smile faltered a little and a small crease appeared between his brow. "Where's Dean."

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