Side of the angels

by Nessa Telemnar of Mirkwood

"Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but don't think for one second that I am one of them." Sherlock is an angel, and he's on the side of the humans not the angels. How long can he and Mycroft keep this secret? What will happen when angels start dying? Who's behind Mary's death? Whatever happened to Jim? How far is Sherlock willing to go to keep John out of harm's way?

2. Chapter 2

Nessa: Hello again!...I'm not good at doing regular updates am I?...Well I'll just update as much as I can in my little spare time and then disappear and then come back and post a lot again! YAY! *in deep voice* I'm batman.

Sherlock: You're insane.

Nessa: Brilliant deduction! Now John would you be so kind as to be the disclaimer?

John:...again?

Nessa: YES AGAIN! DO YOU NOT IKE BEING THE DISCLAIMER OR SOMETHING?!

John: NO! NO! OKAY OKAY! I'LL DO IT! Nessa doesn't own supernatural or Sherlock.

Nessa: Thank you~ Now on to the story!

John's pov

I followed Sherlock to the crime scene. He looked extremely happy. Happier than he had looked for quite a while. It actually made me kind of happy even after Mary died a few days ago. She was murdered while she was pregnant. Sherlock blamed Moriarty. I was too upset to blame anyone. She died right in front of me. I could've done something, but I didn't. I was useless. After I got over the shock, I was angry at everyone and everything. If it was Moriarty, I was very angry at him. After his crazy comeback, he just seemingly disappeared into thin air. There was no trace of him anywhere. When I get my hands on him I'm gonna-

I was pulled out of my thoughts suddenly as we approached the crime scene. Sherlock's grin has vanished. I looked at the body. There was a dark scorch mark underneath the body in the shape of a pair of black, angel wings. I looked at Sherlock. He looked worried."...John...I think we should go." "What? But you've been so bored. There is finally a case and yo-" "Okay. I'll stay. But you should leave." "No. i'm going t-" He gave me a look and I shut up immediately. I nodded. "Right….I'll...I'll be back at the flat."

I started walking away and listened into Sherlock and Greg's conversation. "You recognize this symbol?" "Yes...It's not a good sign…" I sighed. I couldn't help feeling curious on the way back to the flat. What is going on? Where had Sherlock seen that symbol before? Who was behind it? I was almost at the door when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see who it was, but, before I could, everything suddenly went black.