A/N: Hey so it's been forever since I posted something. I have been writing, I have like three one-shots and three chapters I need to type up. So, expect a somewhat steady flow of fanfiction.
So this was originally a drabble, exactly one hundred words and everything, but when I revised it it morphed into this. umm, I'm not even sure what 'this' is. so feedback and review.
~Enid
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Sherlock BBC they belong to whoever does own them.
"I may be on the side of angels, but never mistake me for one of them"
He was not an angel, that at least should have been obvious. No one before now had ever mistaken him for an angel. For Devil's sake, he had laughed at the ingenuity of feeding children mercury laced chocolates.
He looked down at Moriarty, the planes of his face darkening,"I may be on the side of angels, but never mistake me for one of them." for the briefest moment his eyes shuttered black, revealing his true nature; his demonic nature.
He smirked when Moriarty staggered back and shot himself, humans, so predictable.
Then he stepped to the ledge, made a show of death for the silly human. He even tolerated the confines of the coffin...for a while at least. Then, he clawed out of the ground...desecrated his grave. Lestrade would think it was some stupid kids...probably.
He'd be back for Dr. Watson, one day, with some strange explanation for his survival. But it wouldn't be a miracle, it could never be a miracle.
Because he was a demon, that was it. A demon on the side of angels.
A/N: So yeah, what do you think...reviews are chocolate covered ice cream cones