-Chapter 4-Hey Old Man, Rest Your Head-

"So, what you are telling me is that demons are real, werewolves exist, angels are dicks, and you've saved the world multiple times?"

"Yes."

"Alright. You aren't lying, so either you are telling the truth, or you are crazy. Most likely the latter."

"We can prove it!" said Dean. Sherlock scoffed.

"Go ahead then." Dean bowed his head. What, was he going pray?

"Uh, Cas,"

He was praying

"I don't know if you can hear me, but uh, we need you, so could you get your feathery ass over here? Please?" he paused. "Hey Sammy, should I say amen?" Sam nodded. "Uh, Amen. Also, Cas, could you hurry?" He finished with a bit of a plea in his tone.

"Who is Cas?" asked John.

"His name is Castiel. He's the exception to the whole angels-are-dicks thing."

"Castiel is in angel?" John scoffed. "You can't expect us to believe that."

"You should have more faith." said Castiel, appearing in between Dean and John.

"What the hell!" shouted John.

"Some sort of teleportation device? Maybe a hologram?" he waved his hand at Cas, hitting him in the side. Cas glared. "Teleportation then. What planet do you come from?"

"I originate on Earth, however I have been to many planets created by my Father."

"I'm sure." Sherlock said in a sarcastic tone. "What was your case?"

"You know how we mentioned out half-brother, Adam? And how he is still stuck in the cage?"

"You want him out? Why not bind Death? Or have your boyfriend go get him?" Dean made a face.

"He's not- we're not- I'm not-" Dean was getting redder. "He can't. We did that with Sam, remember? He was only able to get his body, but not his soul. We'd rather not do that again. And all we got from Death was your name."

"My name? I'm not a hunter, and I certainly don't know any outside of you two." said Sherlock, uncharacteristically confused. "Maybe there was a mistake?"

"No, he definitely wanted you."

"Death doesn't make mistakes" added Castiel.

"I wonder… One moment." Sherlock turned, and went over to the kitchen, picking his phone up and lifting it to his ear.

"Jack? I think I found you some new friends." There was a muffled response on the other end.

"That is a construct of society." Sherlock responded. Another muffled response. "Conventionally, yes." another moment and he hung up.

"Who was that, Sherlock?" John asked.

"Captain Jack Harkness. He isn't a real captain, so I don't know why he insists on the title. He is a good man, he might be able to help you two." He responded, turning to the Winchesters and Castiel. "Be warned, he is a bit… well, you'll find out soon enough." There was a knock at the door, and a man in a long blue coat with brown hair and a playful grin walked in.

"Sherlock! And you must be John. Captain Jack Harkness." He said, sticking his hand out.

"Jack." said Sherlock warningly.

"Just introducing myself!" Sherlock gave him a pointed look.

"Alright, alright! What are you, his wife? You're worse than the Doctor!"

"The Doctor?"

"Yeah, didn't I ever mention him?"

"No. He was involved in one of our recent cases." Sherlock said.

"You know the Doctor? queried John.

"Yeah, but I have no way to contact him. Sorry."

"These three need a bit of special help. It seems more your area." Jack turned, spotting the Winchesters and Castiel.

"Sherlock, I don't sell myself out, despite common belief. And when I asked if they were hot, I didn't think they would be this hot!" Exclaimed Jack, openly staring. Castiel tilted his head in confusion. "I keep my vessel at approximately 98.3 degrees. This is average human body temperature?"

"You say that like you're not."

"I am an angel of the Lord."

"You certainly fell from heaven."

"Jack."

"How did you know that?" said Cas, the meaning flying completely over his head. He drew his angel blade. "You aren't an angel. I would have sensed your Grace."

"Whoahkay! Put away the knife. It's just a pick up line. It doesn't mean anything." said Jack quickly, eying the blade in Castiel's hand.

"Cas, it's true. Leave him alone" said Dean, suddenly worried for the other man. He had chosen the exact worse thing to say. Castiel lowered his arm, pulling the blade back into his sleeve.

"Thanks, and what about you? Are you an angel too? I'd be willing to believe that!"

"Jack."

"What? I need to know!" Another pointed look.

"No. Just human. This is Sam, and I'm Dean. That's Castiel." He said, steadily turning the color of a beat.

"Nice to meet you. Alright, what was it that you wanted, Sherlock? I was distracted by these fine specimens." he said, throwing a wink over his shoulder and turning away from the boys. Dean and Sam exchanged a look as Sherlock turned towards Jack. "I think they should explain. I'm sure Castiel wants to know as well." he replied, gesturing to the angel.

"Yes, I would like to know what's going on." the angel said, turning to Dean.

"Alright, it goes like this…"

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"... and that's all you need to know. Do you think you could help with our brother?" Dean finished.

"I'm sorry, but no. I have no way to even open the Cage, let alone go inside."

"Worth a shot." said Sherlock. "However, we currently have a case of a man throughout time. Always looks the same, doesn't age, and he always changes his name. Currently, he goes by Markus Emrys. He's a doctor near Speech House Lake." He pointed at the Winchester and Castiel. "You're welcome to come along if you wish. Perhaps this Death fellow knew this would happen." Sam and Dean exchanged a look, before looking at Cas, who nodded.

"Yeah, sure. Why not?" answered Sam. "Can you take this many people, Cas?"

"No, only two at a time."

"Don't worry, I've got a vortex manipulator. I can take two as well. That's how I got here so fast from Cardiff." said Jack, holding up his wrist.

"You were in Cardiff?" exclaimed John.

"Yeah. Basically what this thing does is bend the fabric of time and space for a split second, long enough to get you wherever, whenever." Explained Jack. Dean snorted. "It's compressed Angel Air."

"Everyone ready?" asked Jack, holding Sherlock and John by the wrist. Castiel nodded, and reached with two fingers towards each of the Winchesters. Within seconds, the flat was empty, leaving Mrs. Hudson by herself.

I know I know, Sherlock and John accepted it way too easily, but again, they have too. Any way HALLOWEEN YAAAAAAAAAAS SPOOPY CREEPPY SNOTELEKS WHOS READY FOR THE SKELETON WAR WE MUST DEFEND OURSELVES FROM THE F***BOYS