A/N- I felt like that title was just staring at me like a bad joke. Anyways,
DISCLAIMER- I DON'T OWN BBC SHERLOCK OR SUPERNATURAL
As much as I wish I owned them I don't. *sighs sadly*
Sherlock Holmes stood on the ledge of the hospital with his mobile to his ear. "No, stay exactly where you are. Don't move."
"Alright," Dr. Watson looked up with terrified and sad eyes.
The detective's voice broke as he spoke. "Keep your eyes fixed on me. Please, will you do this for me?"
"Do what?" John feared his friend's next sentence.
Sherlock hesitated and continued. "This phone call, it's... it's my note. That's what people do, don't they? Leave a note."
"Leave a note when?"
Sherlock Holmes did not cry. He did not show weakness towards stupid ordinary people...but John Watson wasn't ordinary. "Goodbye, John."
John stepped forward, two words on his tongue. "No. Don't—"
William Sherlock Scott Holmes threw the phone to the side and stepped off the ledge of St. Bart's hospital; while Dr. John Watson watched in horror. To everyone else's horror another man with a trench coat dropped from the sky. The falling man on fire grabbed Holmes and pulled him close. People on the streets were screaming in terror. Watson could feel the heat radiating off the man (if he was one) as he soared passed. It was with even more of a shock when the man on fire landed with a crash, and the sickening snap of several bones...black wings burned into the asphalt around him.
Watson rushed forwards pushing through the crowd of people. He was stopped by an officer. "Sorry sir, these people need medical help, but they are by some miracle alive." John felt that he was breathing again. Sherlock was alive; the other man who somehow saved the detectives life was alive.
A few minutes later the officers had cleared away most of the crowd. John stood in disbelief, what could drive the detective this far. He heard a small whisper come from Sherlock as he was being lifted. "Save John." There was more mumbles after that but he couldn't hear him. Without being questioned Watson followed inside the hospital. He listened carefully to what the nurses were saying were saying. The detective was being put under suicide watch, and was perfectly fine just had a shattered wrist. What about the other man?
The image of fire and tan cloth was burned into his mind. How could someone survive that John learned from Sherlock that only reality itself existed; if the man survived this how would he go about figuring this case out. The room was pretty silent, and they had to sedate the detective because he was getting violent. The nurses kept asking John to calm him down but he was too lost in his thoughts.
What caught John's attention was the coat Holmes was clinging too. The tan trench coat, obviously Sherlock was confused to think that the coat was his. His own blue wool trench coat was laid across John's lap. Both coats were covered in blood, but it wasn't Sherlock's blood because he came out injured except for a broken wrist. Which meant the other man was most definitely dead.
Once Sherlock was asleep the nurse sat down with a sigh. "Hope the other one made it out alive. Your friend got very lucky."
"So I've heard, any chance I can see him?" John asked hesitantly.
"I can take your there later, once they have him stabilized." The nurse explained.
John nodded. Once the nurse left he was alone with Sherlock. What the hell had been going through his mind; trying to kill himself. Night seemed to come quicker and quicker. It was about eight when the nurse returned. She checked on the detectives arm and led John into the corridor.
"I must warn you, his names Jimmy Novak, he's in a coma…he had no known relatives that are alive. So he's pretty alone…it might help if you tried some of the contacts on his phone."
The nurse handed John a plastic evidence bag with an old cellphone. He nodded and took the bag with two fingers. John was a doctor, so he would figure out the mystery of the man who fell from the sky. He would fix the emotional disaster that had become of Sherlock Holmes.
A/N- Of course it's Castiel, why else would I name this story that…hahaha…I'm a horrible person…
Anyways I don't know I will continue this or just leave it as a one-shot but I'm gonna leave it up to you guys to decide what I do.
