Chapter 2 Posting

Chapter 3

AN: Yeah, new chapter. Sorry for the long wait Blah Blah Blah. So, I've decided to put hints of Johnlock and Destiel. If you would like me too continue either shipping then just review or PM me. If you don't like the ships I will stop. I only kind of ship those ones (I'm more pro Sherolly and Dean/Lisa.) so I won't mind not writing them. They are just funny sometimes! Please enjoy.

I don't believe I have added disclaimers (cause they are stupid. Who really thinks I'm Eric Kripke or Steven Moffat?!)

I am not Eric Kripke or Steven Moffat and I do not own any of their characters.

John's POV:

"Crowley. What are you doing here? We said we would take care of the hound! We don't need you popping in every five minutes and driving us insane!" Dean growled at a man whom had just appeared in the room.

"How did you get in here?" I asked him. He smirks at me and answers in an British accent (Thank god it's not more mental Americans). "I'm a demon, love. I can pop up wherever and whenever my little bugging heart so pleases. Who might you and otter here be?" He gestured to Sherlock as he said otter.

"Not another one. You people are mental! Demons and angels don't exist!" I shouted at the new man.

"John. They are telling the truth. He really is a demon and Castiel is really an angel, or was an angel. That's why I couldn't see anything from before the past few months on him. He wasn't even human. So how would I know how to read him?" Sherlock asked in a quiet voice as he laid his hand on my shoulder. I take a deep breath, resisting the urge to punch everyone here (Even Sherlock. Especially Sherlock.) and get back to the situation at hand.

"Okay, assuming that this is all true, which it's not, you're a demon and we are after a hound of hell. Anyone else not like the fact that we are speaking with a demon?" I ask. Castiel and Sam raise their hands. Dean looks between the two while Sam just shrugs.

"You two are so weird." Dean said. The others dropped their hands and Sherlock chuckled. "Don't worry, Crowley or whatever your name is isn't here to hurt us. He's here to check up on your progress." He said. Crowley just smirked and looked Sherlock up and down. I glared at him and he raised his hands in surrender.

"Calm down love. I'm not going to steal your man. I was just think that he might be useful." Crowley said. "I'm not gay and we are not a couple." I said firmly.

"We could be." Sherlock mutters. I don't think I've heard him correctly. "What the hell did you just say?" I ask. He looks up at my and shrugs. "We couldn't be. You're in a relationship with someone else. And you obviously aren't gay." He says. I nod and turn back to Crowley.

"I'm gonna call you hedgehog and you otter. So, Moose, how are you getting along? I need that hound gone by tomorrow night." He says. I frown at the name and look over at Sam. 'Moose?' I mouth. Sam shrugs and says "We could probably get rid of the thing tonight. Maybe John and Sherlock can help us locate it and we still have the demon knife, so why not?"

Sherlock nods excitedly and I sigh before nodding as well. He is really a child sometimes. "Good job Moose. Squirrel, you should really do something about your temper. That showdown with otter and everything was funny but very time consuming. See you later." Crowley says before disappearing.

I sigh and run my hands over my face. Demons. Angels. Monsters. They are real. "I really need some sleep. I can't deal with any of you right now." I say. Sam just shakes his head and says "You have no idea. Between Dean, Cas, and Crowley I have no idea how I'm still walking and talking." He adds a small, rueful laugh to this. I think we are going to be friends.

That was different than I thought it would be. Reviews help me remember to write and post, so that would be helpful. Thanks to xxEmz223Xx, Detective Kid1412, DeanPlaysGuitarforCas, Alatar Maia, and firekepper75 for reviewing. And thanks to all the followers/favoriters.