Sherlock and the Winchester Bros. are running for dear life outside, roaming the London streets without a clue where they're going.

Dean: "Where are running to?!"

Sherlock: "We're just running!"

Dean: "You're the one who lives here! Pick somewhere! We can't just run forev-"

They are stopped by a black van stopping right in front of them. Out of the driver's side comes a bald, hefty man dressed in a black suit. Not one of the four men in Sherlock's apartment, but he was clearly one of Mycroft's men.

Man: "Where do you think you're going? Get inside!"

Sherlock scrambles in his head for a way to get out of this predicament. They best thing he can think to do is...point behind the man and scream...

"LOOK! A DISTRACTION!"

The man looks behind himself puzzled.

"What?"

Sherlock punches the man in the face and he's out cold now. The Winchesters stand there dazed and confused. Sam looks pretty impressed though. Dean more puzzled.

"...A distraction?"

Sherlock: "Come on! More are on their way!"

Sherlock gets in the driver's seat, Dean gets shotgun. Sam gets the back.

Dean: "What now?!"

Sam: "Dean, just shut your cakehole and let him think!"

Dean looks back and gives Sam a "bitch" face.

"Both of you shut your...cakehole...whatever that is! I just need to think for a minute!"

Dean: "We don't have much time for that! They're about to be on our ass in a minute!"

Sherlock looks back and see's the four man get in a black van and two other black vans behind them.

Sherlock sees the keys in the ignition, starts the car, pushes his foot on the petal and high tails it as fast as he can, with the vans chasing after them. Dean and Sam fly back in their seats.

Sam: "Easy, Sherlock!"

Sherlock: "Oh, put a seatbelt on! Both of you!"

Dean and Sam do just that, as Sherlock is constantly dodging traffic as are the vans behind them.

Dean: "He's right! We don't even know where we're going!"

Sherlock: "We're driving until they run out of gas."

Dean looks flabbergasted. He sarcastically says...

"Well...that's a great plan Sherlock! Nothing possibly can go wrong there! Oh wait...we can run out of gas before them!"

"I sincerely doubt it...looking at the gas gauge there, we are on full. The man who drove this car wasn't quite as idiotic as he looked. That man behind us..."

Sherlock looks in the rearview mirror to see Rich driving the lead van. He doesn't see the truck in front of him. Dean grabs the wheel and steers it away, saving them all.

"Sherlock! Pay attention!"

Sherlock puts his eyes back on the road, dodging more traffic. He goes on with his deduction.

"...is. Thank you, Dean. That man, if you couldn't tell, is someone who doesn't plan ahead. I sincerely doubt he's planned on something like this meaning he didn't plan on filling up his gas tank. You can tell in just the motion of his car that either he has a slow car or he's running out of gas."

"Seriously, that's what you based all that on? The way he looks?! Look, even if you are right, there are three cars back there! Just because one stops doesn't mean-"

"WHEN the lead car stops, it will slow down the other two cars; possibly causing a collision course between the three. When they crash, we're are in the clear, for now at least. We'll go back to my apartment, grab what we need, and then find John's body."

Dean is baffled and lost for words.

"I can tell you put a lot of thought into this...don't you realize that the way you're driving, as fast as you're going, this car is just as likely to die out as them."

"...oh...well to be quite honest...I don't usually drive. I've never even gotten my license."

Sam and Dean simultaneously: "WHAT?!"

"Calm down! I observe enough to know what I'm doing! There's absolutely nothing to worry about!"

Shots start flying through the window. They look back to see the men in the vans shooting at them. Sam and Dean duck when more start flying.

Sherlock: "Except for that."

A few shots hit Sherlock's tires. Sherlock is losing control and the car crashes smack dab into a pole. The vans stop as well.

"Or that."

The men in their vans get out but don't go to Sherlock's car. Rich says...

"One of you, get the megaphone."

"Why do we need a megaphone? Why not just go up and snatch them out?"

"Are you mad? Not with that raging psychopath in there! And those Americans? If they're slumming around with him, they can't be any more sane. We give them a simple warning to come out clean or else we start shooting."

"Shooting? Mycroft just told us to-"

"Don't question me! Just do it!"

The man goes to the car to get the microphone. Meanwhile, back in Sherlock's car...

Sam: "So, now what? We're not gonna just...give up are we?"

Sherlock: "Of course not. I...I don't know..."

Rich gets his megaphone.

"Alright, if you three are done playing games, you're all coming with us. No where to run now so just come quietly with us. You've got ten...no...FIVE seconds before we start shooting. ONE."

Sherlock: "He's bluffing."

Sam: "Even if he is..."

"TWO!"

"...he's still gonna put us in custody and we really don't have enough time to be interrogated. Not with John who knows where."

Sherlock: "You don't think I know that?!"

"THREE!"

Dean: "So what do we do?"

Sherlock: "I DON"T KNOW!"

Just as Sherlock says that, a man in trenchcoat just out of the blue appears in the back.

"Is everything okay?"

They all scream. The men outside hear it and look puzzled. Rich whisper to one of them.

"Did...did you hear screaming or am I going mad?"

"No sir, I think we all heard it."

"Go check it out."

The man pulls out the gun and creeps towards the car.

"FOUR!"

Back inside Sherlock's car.

Dean: "Crap, Cas! I've never been more happy to see you than I am now! Get us out of here!"

Sherlock looks puzzled.

"Cas? Who's Cas? Who are you?! How did you get here?!"

"My name is Castiel. I'm an angel of the lord. If we must go, all of you, grab onto me."

Sherlock looks petrified. Sam and Dean grab Castiel. Sherlock is too dumbstruck to move.

Dean: "Come on Sherlock! Grab him!"

"FIVE!"

Sherlock grabs Castiel. He gulps.

The man creeps to the driver's side and aims his gun, but he's blinded by a bright light. He shields his eyes and then looks back in the car, confused. He shouts to Rich...

"They're gone!"

I just wanna give a big thanks to thebirds for making this awesome comic strip based on this chapter! I cannot put in words how awesome it is nor how flattered I am! art/SuperLock-Poofy-Cas-377952692