"Goddamnit Cas! Where the hell is Sam?" Dean yelled from the driver's seat of the Impala. Castiel didn't hear him though; he was perched on the roof of the classic, black, car. They had been searching for him for a whole month now and things were getting frustrating. The two hunters were on a case that seemed to be a cursed object, but it turned out be something else, something big. Sam said he would be right back and that he would be careful inside the abandoned mansion. All of a sudden, there was a bright light, Sam screaming, then nothing.
"He's not in Heaven and Meg said he's not in Hell. There is no sign of him anywhere," Cas said after he suddenly appeared in the passenger seat next to his sexy gay lover. He had been scanning the Angel Radio for a while to see if Sam was mentioned anywhere, he had even resorted to asking if anyone would help with the search.
"Well there better be something soon, I am so tired all the this shit that's happening to the world," Dean said with a tone that would scare even Abaddon. Just as he was finishing his sentence, an angel appeared in the back seat of the Impala.
"Eremial," Cas said with a nod, "I see you got my message."
"Hello Castiel, and yes, I did. Dean, you look well," Eremial said.
"Cut the crap, Eremial, did you find anything?" Dean turned around to scrutinize his new passenger.
"I found someone, his name is Sherlock Holmes. He lives in London, 221B Baker Street," the angel said.
"Sherlock Holmes, the murder detective?" Dean looked confused; Sherlock Holmes only looked into murder mysteries, not disappearances. He would've asked anyone else besides that stuck up prat who ruined a demon case on purpose. It was about two years ago, a demon had ripped an entire family apart, literally. Sherlock thought it was another Jack the Ripper kind of thing, bodies found in strange places with arms, legs, even heads, missing. Sam and Dean arrived at the scene of the crime to see Mr. Sherlock Holmes messing with the evidence. They were introduced and began to work with each other on the case. This ended up with a dead policeman, a hunter, and a virgin with Sherlock blaming the two hunters on it all, they eventually found the demon and dealt with it.
"Yes, Naiomi is allowing you two to go and get help from him," Eremial claimed before he said his goodbyes along with a good luck and flew away.
"What do you think Cas? Should we take a plain or do you want to fly?" Dean had cringed a bit at the thought of taking a plain.
"I'll take you there, then I will have to leave. I have business elsewhere," Castiel said, putting a hand on Dean's shoulder. There was a swoop and they were gone.