Rory walked over to the armchair and sat there quietly as he thought. Sam gave Cas a criticizing look before turning to Rory.
"You're going to bring on the what again?" he asked softly as Dean glanced at Sam.
"The apocalypse," Dean replied calmly before Rory nodded.
"Hmm. How do you know this?" Rory continued.
"A few things have told us so. Cas confirms it," Sam whispered, trying to act cool. Dean sighed and stepped toward Rory.
"We don't want to start the apocalypse, okay? We want to prevent it in every way that we can. We don't want people to die," Dean informed strongly as Rory nodded, still not completely believing them.
"I believe you, but what does this has to do with me? I'm pretty sure that I have nothing to do with the apocalypse. I think I would know if I did," Rory whispered, growing concerned.
"You have met the Winchesters. You are now an accomplice," Cas informed as Rory face palmed.
"If they didn't come, what would become of Sherlock?" Rory asked, curious.
"The creature inside Sherlock would cause chaos and damage because he would see it as entertainment. I heard about the warehouse you blew up," Cas informed, making Rory laugh.
"That was to get rid of the Gelth," Rory defended, glancing at the other men.
"Yes, it was. However, it did cause a lot of damage. How many lives?" Cas continued.
"I think two?" Rory replied.
"This is only the beginning. We need to get that thing out of Sherlock, and I need your help. It gave me until morning to think of an offer," Cas informed, turning to Sam and Dean.
"For Sherlock?" Sam clarified as Cas nodded.
"We only have fourteen hours until sunrise," the angel reminded, turning to Dean. Sam covered his mouth, growing angry.
"What kind of offer were you thinking of making?" Dean implored, approaching Cas.
"I don't know yet," the angel whispered.
"Well, what does it want? Does it just want to destroy and conquer?" Dean asked, rubbing his chin.
"It wants me to leave the apocalypse alone and let it happen. Let you and Sam say 'yes'," Cas answered calmly. Sam laughed, shaking his head. "I wasn't going to accept that."
"Good to hear, Cas. Did it mention anything else?" Dean continued.
"Yes. It said that it had no intention of letting Sherlock go," Cas grumbled, annoyed. Dean nodded, thinking.
"Great. Just great," Rory whispered, nearly giving up hope. Cas glared at him before turning to the boys again.
"I need your help," the angel repeated as Dean glanced at Sam.
"I don't know if we can, Cas. If we don't know what it wants or how we can persuade it, how can we make it a decent offer," Sam replied honestly, which was Cas didn't want to hear. The angel sighed and closed his eyes.
"You said that it liked being in Sherlock, right?" Rory spoke up, attracting attention. "Well, why don't we give the creature an offer of a better person to possess?"
"Are you willing volunteer?" Dean asked shortly.
"Of course not, but the vessel doesn't have to be real. It just has to look real enough to convince the creature," Rory continued as Sam smiled, glad to hear a decent idea. Dean turned to Cas, wanting to know how that sounded.
"That might just work," Cas agreed.
"Now we have a plan. What do we do?" Sam asked, curious. Cas turned to him and shrugged.
"You three are welcome to go downstairs again. It seems that whatever is in Sherlock has had its fun for now. It's safe, but warn the Doctor. You cannot know what is inside him, but don't let the creature know that you can't know. It will find it entertaining telling you what he is," Cas warned, turning to Dean.
"Are you just going to wait up here while we go down?" Dean inquired, thinking it was odd.
"No, I will go find the vessel that we need," Cas informed before disappearing again. Rory sighed.
"Does he do that often?" Rory implored as Sam nodded and pursed his lips. The companion stood up from the chair and put a hand to his head. "Should we even go down? It seems like a gamble."
"Well, I want to know what the hell is going on, even if it's a vague idea," Dean answered, walking to the door. Sam followed without a word as Rory tailed behind them, thinking it would be better to be with people he knew.
Dean walked down the stairs slowly, waiting for an ambush of some kind. The Doctor noticed them come down as he sat on the couch. Sherlock looked up and smiled.
"It's about time you two came down. I met your little guard dog a few moments ago," Sherlock informed as Dean smiled and chuckled.
"Yes, Cas told us," Dean replied calmly as Sam looked around. The Doctor sat next to Amy on the couch as Rory walked over, glad to see them both in one piece. John quietly sat at his computer, thinking that he needed some time to think. These were strange times for him, after all.
"Did he now? Interesting. Would you like some tea?" Sherlock offered, holding up the kettle. Dean declined, but Sam accepted. Sherlock smiled, pleased. "It's not often that we get visitors. Where are you from?"
"America," Dean whispered as Sherlock smiled.
"I thought so. You have that distinct accent," he replied, making Dean laugh.
"You, sir, are the one with he accent."
"To your ears, maybe, but to every other person here, you have the accent. You should be proud to be an American. Isn't that the saying?" Sherlock smiled as he passed Sam the cup of tea. "I also find it interesting that you ended up here in all places."
"The Doctor invited us to come here. He said that he might have a job for us," Sam interjected after sipping his tea. Dean gave him a curious look before returning to Sherlock.
"I see. What kind of job?" Sherlock inquired.
"That, my friend, is a secret," Dean smiled, putting a finger to his lips. "It isn't our business to say why our client called us out here, but you may ask him. Maybe he will be willing to tell you."
"Will you tell me, Doctor?" Sherlock smiled, turning his attention to the couch. The Doctor looked up and shrugged. Before he could say anything, he turned back to the brothers. "The thing is, I already know why you're here. You're here to figure out what I am."
"We have no interest in such things," Sam informed, surprising Sherlock.
"It's true. That may be what the Doctor told you, but it's so much more than that. We're here for a job," Dean promised as Sherlock turned to the Doctor, curious.
"Is this true?" Sherlock asked as Sam and Dean stared at the Doctor.
"It is. They specialize in exorcisms and they may be able to help if the Gelth come back," the Doctor replied, bending the truth. Sam nodded before returning to his tea. Sherlock smiled.
"Of course," he whispered before standing up. "Who's hungry? I was thinking that we should get something delivered."
"Sherlock, it's like four in the afternoon," John protested, looking up from his monitor. Sherlock turned to John, surprised to hear the name.
"Well, I'm hungry now. Aren't you?" Sherlock answered as John sighed.
"Whatever you want," John replied, giving up. Sherlock smiled and went for the phone in the kitchen. Dean dashed over to the Doctor.
"What is it?" the Doctor whispered, seeing the urgency in Dean's eyes.
"Look, Cas told me that you shouldn't tell me, Sam, or Rory what is inside Sherlock. He said that it would be dangerous for us to know what it is and he didn't want to bring more people into it. I'm guessing that you can protect yourself, Amy, and John, though," Dean informed quickly as Sam watched for Sherlock, making he didn't come in prematurely. The Doctor sighed and glanced at Rory.
"I could see why he would say that. It already know who you two are, though. Did he tell you why it was dangerous?" the Doctor inquired as Dean shrugged.
"Not directly. Apparently, knowing why it's dangerous is dangerous. I think there's something the Cas isn't telling us, but we have to be on the safe side for now," Dean explained as the Doctor nodded.
"Agreed. That kind of information could be seen as dangerous," the timelord whispered, thinking about how the angel would react if the Winchesters knew who he was. The brothers would probably try to run or attack it, which were both bad outcomes. It was clear that Raziel was pro-apocalypse, but Dean and Sam didn't need to know that right away. The Doctor cleared his throat. "Has Castiel come up with any sort of plan to get it out of Sherlock?"
"Yes, but I'm going to tell you later," Dean answered, glancing back in the kitchen. The Doctor nodded, leaning back against the couch. "Do you think that we can get Sherlock out of this unharmed?"
"I think we have a strong chance. The creature inside hasn't done anything incredibly stupid or deadly," the Doctor replied calmly as Sam kicked Dean. Sherlock was coming back in. Dean stood up and took a few steps from the Doctor to where he was standing earlier.
"I ordered Chinese, if that's alright," Sherlock replied calmly, hardly noticing that Dean and the Doctor were acting a bit strangely.
"Perfect. When should it be here? I'm starved," Dean smiled as Sam grimaced.
"It should be here in about a half an hour. I'm sure we can keep each other entertained until then," Sherlock assured, making Dean laugh.
"Why don't we swap stories?" he teased as Sherlock chuckled.
"You should hear some of John's war stories," Sherlock suggested before John shook his head, not looking up from the monitor. "They are absolutely riveting."
"Not today," John mumbled as Sherlock looked at his laptop.
"What are you doing?" Sherlock asked, leaning toward John's shoulder.
"Updating my blog. We just finished a case. I'm editing most of it, so there are no alien invasions. I don't want to end up in a psych ward," John informed, tilting the screen down. Sherlock shrugged and returned to the others.
"Why don't you tell me some of your stories, Dean? I would very much like to hear them," Sherlock whispered, sitting in the armchair in front of him. Dean smiled and cleared his throat.