Sherlock opened his eyes , at first everything was blurry his eyes soon focused. Where was he? He tried to think of the last thing he could remember, searching his mind palace. He remembered falling feeling free almost as if he was flying then he remembered hell.

But hell didn't look like this hell was like prison this was woods, nothing more.

He got up and he looked at the ground, perhaps he was dreaming. Ha dreaming in hell, how absurd.

He found a door, a wooden door. He thought about where he could be,when he was interrupted by a figure running towards him with a knife, it looked like a human but it had sharper teeth then one, so clearly it wasn't, Sherlock grabbed the creatures wrist twisting it until he heard a loud crunch as the monster dropped it's weapon Sherlock caught and as if by instinct put the knife up to the thing's throat.

"I need answers, where am I, and what are you,"

The, well whatever it was, laughed. "There's alot of stuff you didn't know about the world."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow "Oh really, like what."

"Monsters", it spat, "Like me."

"Ok then what kind of monster are you?" he questioned. "Wait don't tell me, vampire."

It laughed again leaning it's head back slightly. "Good doggy. Now let me tell you a secret, welcome to purgatory."

The vampire then leaned forward causing the blade to go through its neck, slicing it's own head off.

Sherlock stepped back startled. Purgatory! was that were the door lead him to, and monsters were real to. He squeezed the knife that was still in his hand. "Kill or be killed, that sounds fun."

•••••

That day Sherlock didn't stop. He kept running he was looking for a place to rest he knew he couldn't just lean on a tree.

He still had the dagger from earlier, he also had gathered tons of information. One monsters were real, two this was where they went when they died, and three there are still tons more on earth.

Sherlock still wanted to know more.

Well until he came to the clearing.

At first he he felt relived, only to go back into battle mode as he was tackled to the ground, he opened his eyes to see what horrid monster was the attacker. But instead he only saw blue, it was a beautiful shade he hade to admit, it was like an ocean, no it was like sapphires. It took a few seconds for him to noticed that the brilliant blue shade belonged to someone's eyes, a mans.

"Y-you're human," the person stuttered.

"Are you?"

The other man shook his head, "My name is Castiel I was an angel of the lord."

Sherlock looked at Castiel, "Was?"

"Technically still am."

"Pleasure to meet you Castiel but uh, can I ask you a favor."

Castiel tilted his head a little bit to the side, "Yes?"

"Can you please get of of me."

"Sorry." Castiel got off of Sherlock awkwardly. Holding out a hand for the other man to get up with.

When Sherlock got up on his feet he brushed off his coat and scarf and shook Castiel's hand. "Name is Sherlock, Holmes."

Sherlock looked Castiel down making deductions left and right. Lonely, ashamed, curious, sad, loyal, different, broken, DEAD.

"You can stay in the clearing if.. If you want."

"That would be pleasant I suppose.." They kept staring at each other.

Sherlock broke the stare down. "Well

if I am staying here might as well get comfortable."

It was an extremely awkward moment for the both of them.

"Would you like some tea, tea usually calms me down, how about some tea."

Castiel just nodded.

Sherlock turned around and retraced his steps, "I think i saw some tea leaves around here earlier."