((Hello everyone Bakamoyashi-chan, thank to a conversation with a friend, and yes I mean you Emma, I came up with this idea for a crossover. Its short and to the point but eh. Anyways, I don't own Sherlock, Supernatural, any of the characters, or the first few lines of dialogue. Please enjoy and leave me a review if you could. Let me know if I should leave it as a one shot or add another chapter. Also sorry if this is one of my Yullen fans and you thought I had updated my other stories, I'll be getting there soon enough.))

"You're wrong, you know." Sherlock said, "you do count. You've always counted and I've always trusted you. But you were right. I'm not okay." He sucked in a breath, struggling to keep his composure.
"Tell me what's wrong." Molly demanded, frozen, her hand on the door.
"Molly, I think I'm going to die." Sherlock said as calmly as he could getting closer to her with each word.
"What do you need?"

"If I wasn't everything that you think I am, everything that I think I am, would you still want to help me?" Sherlock asked.

"What do you need?" Molly repeated, staring up at Sherlock.
"You." Sherlock said softly, looking down at her, "because you are the only one who can help me now."

"Help you with what?" Molly asked, "Sherlock what is it you're planning?"

"I'm not planning anything, but I am stuck, in a game, a game with only one way out." Sherlock paused, "a game made by Moriarty." Molly looked confused, she hadn't the slightest clue what Sherlock was going on about, or what was wrong. "In order to get out and manage to destroy the game from the outside I am going to need your help." Sherlock murmured, looking back down at her again.

Molly stared, mesmerized for a moment by Sherlock's startling blue eyes. "Anything."

"Anything? Isn't that a bit foolhardy," Sherlock asked, his normal ways shining through, "well thank you anyway. When the time has come, you will receive your instructions." Sherlock bent down and pressed his lips to her forehead. "Thank you again." He let her leave.

-x-

Sherlock pulled out his phone, glancing down at Moriarty's dead body. Quickly he sent out a text before phoning John for what could be the last time if things didn't go right.

He looked at the ground below, and once more at John, before letting himself fall.

-x-

Molly felt her phone vibrate and she pulled it out to find a new message.

" (XXX) xxx-xxxx, call this number, you should get either Sam, Dean, or Cas, make sure the phone is given to Dean then ask about deals with demons. You'll know what to do from there. Look after John for me. And I'm sorry. -SH"