The sequel to my other story Hunting Hunters I recommend reading that first, I'm not really sure how much this will reference that, but it definitely will. The first chapter is short once again, but I hope it's good. Please enjoy.

John had just returned with a cup of tea and now sat in his chair. He didn't even bother to move when the buzzer rang, he didn't expect Sherlock to either. with get it, the boys were too lost in though to do anything. Although the knock on the door and the sound of calling to them was enough to get John to move. Sherlock remained perfectly still. He groaned as he made his way to the door. As soon as it opened, John's jaw dropped and his cup nearly followed suit.

***time skip to a few days before***

Blood was splattered across the wall, limbs were scattered, there were signs of torture. It was a gruesome scene. And Sherlock was standing in the middle of it.

the Impala pulled back into the motel parking lot and stopped in a spot. Sam and Dean stepped out and back into their room, ready for some sleep after a salt n burn. They were exhausted, both covered in dirt from a long night of grave mutation.

"I'm going to go take a shower," Sam sighed, shrugging his jacket off before kicking his shoes away.

"Yeah, I'm getting in after you're done," Dean said diving down on one of the beds, not even bothering to take his shoes off.

A few minutes later the bathroom was filled with steam and Dean was asleep. Then there was a knock on the door. Dean jolted up just as two armed men bolted into the room. They both had their sights on Dean the instant he reached for his own gun. The shower was still running.

"What the hell," Dean muttered under his breath, "Who the hell are you?"

"Our boss would like to meet with you," One of the men said as he walked over and took Dean's arm. He was frisked for weapons then dragged out of the room as the other man just strolled into the bathroom.

Next thing they knew they were flying down the highway, with ( a mostly naked ) Sam and ( a fully dressed ) Dean in the back seat. Dean couldn't help but crack a smile at his brother.

Sam glared back, "Don't you dare-"

"Cold there, Sammy?" Dean started laughing at his brother.

Sam sat there, making his bitch face, waiting for his brother to calm down. "Can you focus? This is kinda important." Sam looked away from Dean and at the to man up front, "Who are you? Where we going?"

The man in the passenger seat looked back at him, "We're taking you to meet our boss." He stated matter-of-factly.

"And who would that be?" Sam raised his brows skeptically.

The man to turn back around. Sam shook his head and sighed in frustration. Soon they pulled into a secluded airport.

"Great," Dean grumbled as a large jet came into view. There was nobody around, like it was privately owned or something. The car stopped close to the jet. The man stepped out and each went to one side of the car, escorting Sam and Dean into the plane. The seats were in groups of four with a table in the middle of each group, a man wearing a suit sat at one of the groups waiting for them. The men placed Sam and Dean across from him then stood next to the seats, watching carefully.

"Hello, Dean and Sam Winchester, I'm Mycroft Holmes."