"Oh yes. In his closet. He got so angry. He told me to go fetch his coat, and then I saw it. Now, I wouldn't have done anything for Sherlock like that normally, but he was in a hurry. I saw something that looked out of the ordinary, poking out from his closet. I looked in and saw an entire case file, diagrams, pictures, and everything of that Doctor. He panicked when he saw me looking in there."

"Can you show me?"

"The door is locked tight. So you'll have to figure something else out. I'm going to go get some food front the store, so if you would like, you could wait here."

"Yes. Thank you very much."

As soon as Mrs. Hudson was out of sight, and Molly heard the front door lock, she pulled a bobby pin out of her hair. She unlocked his door, then his closet. Mrs. Hudson had been right. Sherlock seemed to have taken a secret case. The newest note had been made just days ago.

'Meet at 10:30 PM in Carter-Williams park, Thursday. Bring sunglasses'.

A loud banging noise was heard from the entrance hall. Indistinct voices were heard, then someone running up the stairs. Molly ran out of Sherlock's room and shut the door as quickly as possible, just as a tall man entered the kitchen. He looked her right in the eyes.

"I found her!" He yelled. Two other men, both shorter, followed him.

"Why are you working with Crowley?" The shorter man with the black hair asked. His hand was in a fist and it started to glow.

"What are y- It was you! You sent me that phone call!" Molly gasped.

"I can't believe that we're going international again. I hate planes." The other short one said.

"Molly Hooper? I'm Sam Winchester. You were contacted yesterday by Crowley. We need to know what he wanted." The tallest one said.

"Why should I trust you?" Molly inquired.

"You don't have a choice. What did Crowley want?"

"Molly?" Mrs. Hudson's voice was heard from below. She came up the stairs. "Molly, who are these people?"

"Nevermind. They were just going."

The black haired man tilted his head slightly and started to say "No we-"

"Yeah, we're just going, Cas." The one who 'hates planes' said. He gave Molly a look that told her that he would be back. The three men left the house.

"Well, what was that all about?"

"Clients looking for Sherlock. I had to tell them he was out. They were pretty insistent."

"Oh, I get people like that all the time. Coming to meet the great Sherlock Holmes."

"Yeah."

Late that night, Mary went over to see Sherlock. Tom had insisted on coming. Sherlock apparently had save the world again. Molly smiled and laughed with them, then when they were distracted, she excused herself to the bathroom. She was really going to grab that note she had seen. She might as well prove it. Just as she was grabbing the note, Sherlock caught her.

"Molly, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, I'm just cleaning up your room. It's a mess in here!"

"Go." He told Molly. She left as fast as she could. She was driving home alone. Rain poured down on her car.

"Molly Hooper. If you give that to Crowley, I'll-" Castiel started.

"I'm not giving it to Crowley. What are you, Cas?" She asked.

"I'm an Angel-"

"No way."

"Of the Lord."

"I don't believe in Angels."

"Do you want me to prove it to you more?"

"More than breaking into my car?"

"I didn't break into your car. Molly-"

"Why are you following me?"

"Molly, listen to me. You made a deal with Crowley. If you don't answer him in the given time-"

Molly pulled the car over.

"Get out. Get out now."

"What day is it Molly? When is you deal up?" Molly reached over, opened the door, then pushed Cas out onto the street. "Molly!"

Molly hit on the gas. Thursday finally came around. At nine forty, she headed to the park. Sherlock was sitting on a bench, waiting. Molly hid behind a tree. After a couple minutes, a grinding noise echoed over the empty field. Molly slowly opened her eyes, and breathed out. She was just about to turn around to see what it was when someone grabbed her and blocked her mouth so she couldn't scream.

"Molly. What are you doing here?" He asked. He pulled her out from behind the tree, and forced her into a blue box that hadn't been there a couple of minutes ago. He pushed her to the floor. She carefully got up, watching him.

"So, it was Molly. Is this the right girl, Cas?" A man asked. Molly turned around to see a man with grey hair, leaning on a silver rail. The man who claimed to be an Angel, Cas, was standing over by the console. It was a giant room. Green and silver. And freezing cold.

"Where are we? What are you doing here? And why is it so cold?"

"Sherlock. This has gotten out of hand. Crowley knows that you know me, so he might send someone after you. You have to leave John and Baker street."

"What if we brought John with?"

"If you want to stay with John, you'll have to let us take Molly to somewhere else."

"Could she stay here?"

"We would have to leave her in the bunker. It's the safest place for her now."

"Do I get a stay in all of this?"

"No!" All three of them yelled at once. Suddenly, the door burst open. Sam and Dean pushed a startled man into the room.

"John?"

"Um, sorry Sherlock. I didn't mean-"