Chapter two.
Dean gripped onto the railing for dear life. He sat himself down on one of the stairs and was rocking back and forth.
"This is the terrifying Dean Winchester?" Sherlock asked.
Dean glared at the taller man. "I swear when we get off this thing I'm gonna kick your ass."
"I'd like to see you try, I do suppose it comes from a man who only appreciates it when he's hitting something rather than thinking."
"You watch your mouth you-"
"Guys!" Sam boomed.
Sherlock and Dean both glared at each other for a moment but said nothing more.
"So, what are you a Doctor of?" Sam asked the Doctor.
"I help people, John's also a doctor. An army doctor!" The Doctor replied, not tearing his gaze away from the TARDIS console.
Sam raised his eyebrow at the Doctors reply, but focused his attention on John, the-what he thought- most normal person in the place. "An army doctor huh? Where about?"
"Afghanistan." John said.
"Wow, and Sherlock, what do you do?"
"I am a consulting detective." Sherlock replied, tapping at a blackberry phone rapidly.
"Consulting detective?"
"When the police are out of their depth, which is always, they consult me."
"There's no such thing as a consulting detective." Sam pointed out.
"I invented the job."
"The police wouldn't hire a man like that."
"Don't make him start." John pleaded.
Sherlock studied Sam for a moment "Younger brother, by about I'd say four years, you're definitely the rational thinker and the studious one. 6 foot 4, since you're a few feet taller than me. You're hands are battle worn likewise your face. Your eyes often betray you, seeing how they practically belong to a puppy, but they would often help you to gain peoples trust. You constantly worry about your brother and less of yourself as most of your loved ones have died. Am I correct?"
Sam and Dean kind of stared. "How the hell?"
"Don't make me start with you, Dean Winchester. I'd rather not name every female you've slept with. That'd take all day."
Dean snorted. "I can name the amount of women you've banged too..."
"Cut it out" The Doctor said sharply.
The TARDIS was still and the Doctor clapped his hands together "We're here!"
The Doctor bounded out of the TARDIS and swung the doors open. The bustling city of London awaited them outside the TARDIS.
"Wow." Sam smirked, marveling at the city in front of him. Dean sprinted out of the TARDIS like his life depended on it.
"Well that wasn't so bad." He huffed, straightening his jacket.
Sam laughed and shook his head "So, where's the spirit?"
"My flat." Sherlock replied.
Dean held back a groan.
"Lead the way." Sam smiled forcefully.
Sherlock led them out of the grimy alley way the Doctor had parked his TARIDS in and took them to 221b Baker Street.
Once inside they were greeted by a kind elderly woman dressed in a purple frock. "Hello dears, I see you brought friends."
"They're not my friends Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock replied.
Mrs. Hudson hugged everyone, she chuckled at Sam's height.
"Oh dear Sherlock, it seems there's somebody taller than you!"
Sam smiled back at Mrs. Hudson.
They ended up in a flat where tea was waiting for them. It was quite roomy, two chairs, a couch, a door leading off to the bedroom, a kitchen, the black and cream patterned wallpaper seemed old Victorian but had a yellow graffiti smile with holes in the eyes and smile.
"What's with the tea?" Dean asked.
"I'm hoping, that Moriarty will show himself."
Sherlock sat himself on the chair closest to the kitchen. He grabbed a violin a started to play a melodious tune. The Doctor, Sam, Dean and John just sat down on the couch.
A phone in the room buzzed, Sherlock pulled his out and grimaced.
"What is it?" John asked.
"Come play at the pool, bring your new friends too. JM."
"JM?" Sam questioned.
"Jim Moriarty. Our ghost."
They walked out and Sherlock called for a cab two cabs took the men to the pool where Sherlock and John had their second encounter with Moriarty.
Sam and Dean shared a cab, where Dean was mostly complaining about their new company.
"I don't like Sherlock, he's a smart ass."
"We're doing a job Dean, don't let him get to you."
"Well he doesn't have to be such an ass all the time."
"Dean, he was probably one of those kids who got teased a lot when he was a kid and now he doesn't really know how to interact with people, a sociopath."
"More like a psychopath." Dean Grumbled.
The taxis stopped and Dean and Sam jumped out of the car. It seemed the taxi was paid before the trip.
Sherlock and John lead them inside. It was dark, unnaturally dark.
"Moriarty." Sherlock called out fearlessly. Sam and Dean readied their guns nearby.
There was no reply. Dean shifted his stance impatiently. "Where is he then?"
"He should be here." Sherlock snarled back.
Something crashed and caught John in the chest. He was sent flying backwards and landed with a thud against the wall.
"I gave you my number… I thought you might call." Said an Irish accent.
The Doctor whipped out a small bronze and silver object, the tip glowing green.
"Doctor, what the hell is that?!" Sam queried, his gun aloft and ready to shoot into empty space.
"It's my sonic screwdriver."
"Your, what?!" Dean asked incredulously.
"Sonic, screwdriver." The Doctor repeated.
"Oh enough!" the Irish accent groaned.
"Show yourself Moriarty." Sherlock said quietly.
"But this is so much more fun!" Moriarty laughed.
A force rammed into Sherlock, making him fall into the pool.
The voice of Moriarty cackled madly.
"Show yourself!" Sam yelled.
"Oh, Sherly has some friends."
"Sherly, that's a good one." Dean chuckled.
"Boring. Come out of the pool Sherly, it's not a good time for swimming." A man appeared in front of them. He had neat black hair and was wearing an obviously expensive suit. He had big brown eyes and his expression was of boredom.
Sam and Dean readied their guns pointed to his head. Moriarty simply sighed at their feeble actions.
"Oh some rock salt's not gonna get rid of me. Once I'm done you'll need a whole lot more than that."
"Done?" The Doctor raised his eyebrow. "What do you mean done?"
Moriarty smiled like a child who knew a secret that his friends didn't know. "Spoilers!"
The Doctors eyes widened. "How do you know that?"
"You observe a lot of things from hell. And a certain friend helped me with that. I like him a lot."
The Doctor slowly crept towards him. Moriarty didn't stir, he just stood there with his hands shoved in his pockets. He let the Doctor point his sonic screwdriver at him. The Doctor clicked a little button and it made a whirring sound. He waved it around Moriarty's face and body, and then checked it, his face froze. "Oh no."
"What?" John asked, who was very quiet during the whole thing.
"He's not human anymore…"
"Of course he's not human!" Sherlock cried from the pool. "He's a ghost!"
"But even ghosts have human in them, that's what they used to be. He's not even that."
"Nope." Moriarty agreed. "Tell them Doctor."
The Doctor took in a deep breath. "But there is no way-"
"Just tell them." Moriarty snapped. His eyes changed to pure black pits, scaring the life out of everyone there.
There was a lengthy pause before the Doctor spoke, like he was even trying to contemplate what he was about to say. "He's a demon."
The room was filled with an eerie silence. Moriarty was smiling like he had just won the lottery.
Finally Sam broke the silence. "But that isn't possible."
"Yes it is!" Moriarty sang.
"Tell us how then, if you're such a genius." Dean piped up.
"Now, now Dean. You'll all know in good time." Moriarty let out a cold laugh, like he remembered a private joke. "Well this has been fun. But I'm afraid to say that we're going to have to cut this short."
He snapped his fingers and a ring of fire ignited around them. Licking the walls and starting small fires all around the pool.
"Good bye." Moriarty strode out of the pool like nothing was happening.
"God dammit!" Dean cursed.
Sherlock, who was for some reason still in the pool, kicked and splashed water at it, but lashed out at Sherlock.
"This isn't an ordinary demon!" Sam cried shielding his face from the head.
"No kidding!" Dean replied. "Doc we might need some help here!"
The Doctor grabbed the fire extinguisher and let loose on the fire, but it only stalled it. "It's not working!"
John had his back pressed to Sam's. "Well he's done it now."
Sherlock crawled out of the pool and snatched the extinguisher from the Doctor's hands. "When I say, you jump through where the flames are weakest!" Sherlock shouted.
Sherlock attacked the flames and shouted, "Go!"
Dean, Sam and John all jumped over the flame and raced outside. They were all fine except for Sherlock being sopping wet and the small fire on the bottom of Dean's jeans.
"Crap!" Dean exclaimed and patted out the flames.
The authorities were on it, and it took the only the firefighter houses to douse it, but Dean, Sam, The Doctor, John and Sherlock had left the scene before they knew it.
