"How many people have to pass out this episode?" Sherlock thought he heard someone saying. A sonic buzzing and blue light flashed around his face. Pain burst into Sherlock's side as someone kicked him, hard. Sherlock had tried really hard to stay awake, but he had never hit his head that hard. He was kicked again. He opened his eyes. Dean was cursing, punching the wall, his fists bleeding. The Doctor was still waving the sonic around Sherlock's head. Sherlock pushed past the Doctor. As he got up, the pain in his head doubled, black closing in. The Doctor must have caught him falling over, because he knew he didn't hit the ground.

"Slow and steady wins the race, huh? We don't need to worry about Cass and Sherlock, huh?" Dean hit the wall again. And again.

"What happened?" The Doctor asked calmly.

"Black stuff- ghost possession. Can an angel be possessed?"

"By a demon, but only a powerful one. We've never seen a ghost possess….." Dean trailed off, then hit the brick-like wall again.

"This is where ghosts were created. They ought to be more powerful than the ghosts in America. And who ever this ghost was, it was very purposeful. The sheer amount of power to take an angel, and use that angel's powers...be glad Sherlock isn't dead." The Doctor said."But he has a concussion. He won't be able to think properly for awhile."

"What?" Sherlock asked, his ears still ringing.

"The ghost must have panicked when it realized that Castiel was going to find the TARDIS. Where was Castiel going?"

"Uh… I can't remember. He...was facing away from me. That's why I didn't see the….the ghost stuff." Sherlock couldn't think. His head ached.

"We'd better get under cover. You were out all day. The sun is setting." The Doctor was right. The sun blazed pink-orange on the glass, unbearably bright. They ducked into the nearby building.

"Shouldn't we warn….Jawn and the…." Sherlock sort of asked. Sherlock drifted off.

"We won't be able to find them. The sun already set. We'll find them tomorrow."

"Dean, we need to talk."

"'Bout what?"

"Why are you here?" The Doctor asked.

"Cass pulled me out."

"But why aren't you with Sam?" The Doctor stared, waiting for an answer. Dean sighed.

"We discovered the spell we did, back in Stull Cemetery a few years back, you know, when Clara was still….it didn't kill Lucifer, only sent him back to the cage. Michael was just out of it for awhile, apparently. Sam had visions and we assumed that we needed help from Lucifer. When he figured out what he was going to do, he was supposed to call me, and I would come to make sure it was safe. But I didn't answer his call. I was distracted, the dumbest thing, and he- he's gone." Dean looked out the window at the now dark-ish sky. "You owe me. Where is Clara?"

"I don't know. I can't know. Something happened and my memory was erased. All I have is a name. I'm trying to remember who she was, what she looked like, how she talked, what she said, her smile, her laugh, but all I get is…..empty." The Doctor's intense light eyes seemed stormy in the dark.

"I guess it's bad all over." Dean said.

"You have a memory though. You had a chance. Why didn't you look for Sam?"

"Because I'm afraid of what I might find. It's all my fault." Dean looked away.

"Dean. It'll only be your fault if you never try." The Doctor said. "He could be safe, maybe just hungry or tired. He might even be on Earth. Maybe he's with Crowley."

"With my luck?" Dean muttered.

"When we get back-"

"If we get back."

"When we return to Earth, you and Cass will search for your brother. And if I have to, I will force you. You have to find your brother. The quicker, the better." The Doctor said. "While you have the chance, do what I can never do." They were silent. After a few hours, both had dozed off, waiting for the morning, when the veil would be thicker. Sometime around eleven, Dean woke up from a nightmare. The usual one. But part of it wasn't a dream. Dean crawled on his stomach to the Doctor, trying to breathe.

"Wake up!" Dean choked on the smoke. A fire had started. He shook the Doctor as hard as he could. He turned to Sherlock, who was still sound asleep. Dean knew the only way. He slipped his hands under Sherlock, picking him up into a fireman's carry. Dean struggled to the door, forcing it open. The Doctor was grabbing his things.

"HURRY!" Dean yelled through the smoke. The Doctor got up and ran to them. Just at that moment, the door slammed shut. "IT'S A LOCKDOWN!" Alarms rang through the building. Dean banged against the door. He was losing air faster than anyone, trying to keep Sherlock from the fire. Dean was sweating, his head pounding. Smoke poured down, Dean losing more and more air. He couldn't breathe. The Doctor had resorted to shouting with his hoarse Scottish voice. But Dean knew no one would get that door in time as the room started to go black.

"Stay with me, Dean. Stay awake!" The Doctor yelled. Dean couldn't breathe. He felt like he was drowning. Slowly he slipped down the wall to the floor. The wall behind him gave out. No, the wall was a door. Dean felt numb. He would have asked questions like where was Sherlock and was he in Heaven again, but he couldn't breathe. Alarms and yelling were still in the distance, but Dean saw the sun above him, yellow flowers. Someone was there with him. Suddenly he was wrenched back to reality. Dean was lying in the snow, cooling down his burns. The Doctor was pumping on his chest, trying to bring him back. For a minute, Dean didn't want to come back. He wanted to return to the meadow. Then he remembered what he had promised.

Dean gasped for air. He sat up. Sherlock was lying nearby. The building was in flames, ash and smoke rising from the deadly place. Dean could feel someone's hand on his shoulder.

"Tha- Thank you, Doc-" Dean looked up. Sam was standing there.

"You're okay, Dean. We're family." He said. Dean blinked, then Sam was gone, just an illusion of the light. Watson was hugging Sherlock, rocking him back and forth. The Doctor was with a trenchcoated man. He was not an illusion.

"Cass?" Dean choked. He ran to his friend hugging him. "You're- you're okay!"

"The ghost that possessed me left after Jael was killed. Jael- he died in the fire. Watson and he were on the other side of the building, looking for you. Watson got this- a memory thing-off him." Dean didn't care. He wouldn't let go.